I lay there quietly, my head was throbbing, I rose up, holding my head as I let out a low grunt. Curiosity slowly pried open my swollen eyes to saw of what seems like a hospital ward. I could smell the distinctive smell of the hospital, the faint but unmistakable scent of blood, plus the scent of the strong chemicals, disinfectants and cleaning agents. It walls are simply blue, and the lights are too bright, blinding my eyes. I saw three other beds inside the room, only two of them are occupied. Both are sleeping.   I suddenly reminded of Hanbin, the vision of his future that I saw. God, that boy is in danger. I need to help him. Suddenly I felt a hand stopping me from climbing down the hospital bed, a firm grip was holding my shoulder. It’s the nurse.   “Where are you going, miss? You need to stay here until you feel better. You’ll be discharge tomorrow.” She said, as she set up some medication on the table next to the bed.   “I’m totally fine. I need to go now.” I tried to strap off the needle that was tapped on my hand, which connected to a small plastic tube. It’s IV drip, I think.   “But at least wait for your guardian, he said he’ll be here in an hour. He paid for your bills, but you need to…”   All I knew after that I was running, adrenaline flooded into my system as if I hadn’t strap of the intravenous drip from my hand. My heart was beating so fast, I felt like it could explode at any time; my eyes were opened wide, my breathing was unstable. I want to stop the hammering in my chest. But it’s not the time to do so. I need to help that boy. I need to stop him. That despair in his whimper; there was too much pain. Too much.   My adrenaline surges too fast I almost vomit, I can taste my saliva thickening. I tried to shrug it off, trying to remember every detail of Hanbin’s vision. There must be something in that vision that may help me to find his home. There must be something.   I looked my surrounding, I was in a neighbourhood that I unable to recognize. The streetlamps flickered on the pavement. The street was barely wide enough for two cars to pass in opposite directions. I kept on walking. He must be here somewhere. I knew it, I saw the signboard, stating the name of the street; Sajik-ro-3-gil 23. Yes, it appeared in the vision, I could see it through the window of his house. I walked further, this time slower, my breathing started to back to normal again. There he was, Hanbin. He was standing in front of a door, that most probably was his house. He was shuffling nervously, one hand in his pocket, and the other on the one strap of his backpack that he was wearing. His shoulders hunched together as if he was trying to disappear inside himself. Without thinking twice, I approached him, just as I was about to call his name, he turned the door knob and walked inside. I turned the door knob too, luckily he didn’t lock it.   “Go away, Hanbin!”   That cries, that I heard, in that same desperate tone, which belongs to Hanbin’s mother. She was gripping on the vigorous man with all the strength she had, but it’s seem that the grip was loosening, she couldn’t hold it any longer, taking into consideration the man’s size.   Hanbin, in the same exact desperation shown by his mother said, “But Mom it is dangerous to let him here. We don’t have the medications anymore, it’s