Kyuhyun’s POV

I cried as I heard about my father fighting for dream. He never approved but I guess he just never wanted to show it. He is a hard man, never showing the love he felt in his heart but I know. He loves me. He approves.

Life in the hospital was not that bad if you don’t take into account the pain. I could play games all day, my family was doting on me like no tomorrow and my friends and SJ members supported me through my journey to recovery. It made me happiest when Eunhyuk paid me a visit. I don’t know why though. Maybe because he was the first one by my side; supporting me during my time of need, keep me alive when I was drifting off. He would come visit me every time he didn’t have a schedule, telling me stories about the members and the dorm, trying to cheer me up.

I know what everyone felt. They pitied me but I don’t care. I’m alive. It’s my second chance at life. It’s my rebirth. I am going to live like there is no tomorrow once I get out of here. I’m thankful to the fans for supporting me. I get tons of letters and I watch the internet buzzing with prayers. I am grateful. I know that these are the prayers that saved me. These are the prayers that gave me new life.

A month after my initial hospitalization, my muscle training started. The physiologist would help me exercise to regain control of my limbs and slowly I started to walk again. the members would of course, visit during those times, flirting with the nurses whenever they would get the chance but Eunhyuk, Sungmin and Ryeowook would accompany me in training, helping me steady myself on my feet.