There is only pain. My head, my chest . . . burning pain. My side, my arm. Pain.
Pain and hushed words in the gloom. Where am I? Though I try, I cannot open my
eyes. The whispered words become clearer . . . a beacon in the darkness.

“Her ribs are bruised, Mr song joonki, and she has a hairline fracture to her skull,
but her vital signs are stable and strong.”

“Why is she still unconscious?”joonki asked

“Ms.song hyekyo has had a major contusion to her head. But her brain activity is
normal, and she has no cerebral swelling. She’ll wake when she’s ready. Just give
her some time.”
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Everything is heavy and aching: limbs, head, eyelids, nothing will move. My eyes
and mouth are resolutely shut, unwilling to open, leaving me blind and mute and
aching. As I surface from the fog, consciousness hovers, a seductive siren just out
of reach. Sounds become voices.

“I’m not leaving her.”
joonki! He’s here . . . I will myself to wake—his voice is strained, an agonized
whisper.

“joonki-ah, you should sleep.” its my dad's voice

“No,ajjusshi. I want to be here when she wakes up.”

“I’ll sit with her.I can do after all she's my daughter.”it was hyekyo's father

“joonki, calm down.hyekyo is a remarkable young woman. She is incredibly brave.she'll wake up soon”   joonki's father said

“Brave and headstrong and stubborn and stupid.” His voice cracks."it was all my fault"he cried

“Hey,” jingoo murmurs, “don’t be so hard on her, or yourself, joonki she is gonna be okay . . .

 "It’s after three in the morning. You really should try to sleep oppa.”it was jiwon "she is gonna be okay"

The fog closes in.The fog lifts but I have no sense of time.
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