All I could hear was the faint steps of  Bora angrily leaving the floor. For a second, I felt as if I disappointed her for the first time since I have been here. For a second, I was alone…isolated from every one.  Maybe I should have not talked back. I slid into my covers and closed my eyes. Maybe everything will be okay tomorrow.       But.       I couldn’t sleep at all. All I could do was toss and turn in the curtain of darkness that surrounded me plenty of times. Opening my eyes, I found myself stare at the darkness. I wasn’t scared of the dark, but sometimes I find myself imagining things when I’m alone and I can’t sleep. I think thoughts that I should have not. I think of the horrible things I have done versus the things I should have done.       I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have not befriended Donghae. I should have not met Yura.       But if someone asked if I wanted to purchase a time machine, my answer would be no. Why? I know everyone would argue and ask why I would be dumb to not have one.        But…       Everything happens for a reason. A reason I can’t understand.       “Everything will be okay.”, I whispered to myself as I tried to force myself to go to sleep.       Lately, my routine has changed. I have been waking up earlier than usual to try to find out about my father, Who was this and who was that. All by myself, I tried my best to fit the clues together where they don’t belong. The only thing that I held precious to me was the ring. My father’s proposal ring. Although I may dislike my mother at times, there were times that I wished that their relationship were better. There were times I wanted to leave the house because of the arguments.     I wish I could go back and time, I would change everything. A time machine that would fit the palm of my hands, so whenever a mistake has been made, I could change it with a press of a button. Quick and easy. But, life wouldn’t be life with it.      It was already morning, yet it felt like I didn’t get an ounce of sleep. My eyes were wide open, with the feeling of strain. I couldn’t help it, but have I been….suddenly a slight knock was heard at the door, and I quickly closed my eyes. The door was unlocked and cracked open.       “Yoona?”, it was Bora’s voice. What a relief.     I quickly opened my eyes and jumped out of bed to hug her. I was not one for grudges against the people I really cared about it. Wrapping my arms around her, I felt relieved and in place. Perhaps…. I could tell her what I have been going through these past days? She was a person that I felt I could depend on. Could I really...       “Yoona.”, She said standing stiffly, obviously she wasn’t used to this kind of affection, “Is something wrong?”       “I just felt really bad about yesterday.”, I sighed in relief, feeling the warmth of her stiff body. Even if we had a complicated relationship with each other, I felt like we could have been bickering sisters in a different world.       “Yoona. We aren’t in this kind of sad relationship.”, She tried to laugh, but when she realize that I was serious… she hugged me back.        “There’s something I need to tell you. In secrecy. No one must know.”, I stated with the most sincere tone of voice  as I pulled away from the hug. She looked at me, confused but not shaken.        “A secret?”, She asked as I led her to my bed where I took the files out.       “You know I need a liver, right? My dad…I’m trying to find my dad. He’s out there and It’s been too long since we last saw each other. I need to find him, I’m telling you this because I trust you.”, I told her the whole story from start to finish as she glanced over the files I have collected.       “This seems all surreal. You did this all by yourself?”, She said glancing up at me.       “I had Donghae’s help. He’s the other person who knows. I need you to help me and keep it a secret. If they knew, they wouldn’t let me see my father or let alone leave this horrible hospital. You want me to live, right? Help me live. I don’t want to die as well. I have so much to live for, and if I see my father… I can live.”, I said with tears welling in my eyes.       “Yoona. I didn’t really like this job, but ever since you became my priority, you have grown on me. I’ll protect your secret and help you find him. Don’t worry.”, She smiled at me with tears falling from her eyes.           “Thanks.”, I smiled back at her trusting self.      “How did you ever find these files?”, Bora wiped her tears.       “About that…”, I said standing  up,”I used your card.”       “My card?”, She said looking at her access card, “You used my card to get these files?”       “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t know I would be so evil-minded to get that.”,        “HEY! That’s forbidden! I wasn’t even in your little clique and you used me!”, She said scoffed at my behavior.       “Look, it was a great help. Thanks to you. Let’s start all over.”, I said trying to calm her down.       “Fine. Since you didn’t get caught and I helped you… I will let that pass.”, She exhaled to calm herself down as she glared at me.       Suddenly, the door flew open and both Bora and I looked at each other in worry. All the files and evidence were all over the bed and we had a nanosecond to hide everything. I was scared that the person walking through the door would be the person who would oust the both of us. I gave Bora a look to cover for me as I got rid of the evidence. She nodded and I started in panic mode. I grabbed every file and stuffed them in a folder and covered them with my blanket. Bora, on the other hand, ran to the door to greet the stranger inside. But it was only…       Donghae.       “Hello.”, He greeted the both of us without a smile. He was rather calm about the fact that he busted in my room without permission.       “It’s just you.”, I said disappointed at his appearance. It was more of a relief that he wasn’t doctor choi that walked in this catastrophe.       “Thanks.”, He bitterly said back to me as Bora locked the door as he came inside.       “Sorry. I thought you were the big bad boss.”, I sighed in relief as I laid down in my bed… relieving the intense stress that happened in seconds.       “So, are we going to discuss about…”, He trailed off so I would know what he was going to say. Being pretty calm around Bora was probably why he was acting this way.        “She knows.”, I pointed at Bora.       “I know.”, Bora pointed at herself smirking at his weird reaction.          “Ah, it’s no longer us two?”,He shrugged in disappointment, “What a twist.”  Obviously I ignored his comment.          “Oh, By the way. A news station is coming here.”, Bora interrupted the almost awkward silence wave.       “Oh, the devil is coming.”, I sighed as I sat up to organize the files I messed up.       “Devil?”, Donghae walked over to my bed to help me as Bora sat on the couch.       “I made a deal with the devil. No biggie.”, I said focusing my attention on the folders. It did frustrate me that Yura would put this on me, when… I didn’t want her in my life. But I tried my hardest not to think about it.       “Yoona. You aren’t doing anything…”, He said jumping to conclusions in his mind, to which I greatly approved and slapped his arm for.       “No, what are you thinking of?”,  I stared at him in disbelief.        “Yoona, take care of yourself.”, Bora said staring off in the ceiling until her pager beeped, “And I’m off to the next patient.”       Once she closed the door, the silence overcame the both of us. But it wasn’t uncomfortable, rather the opposite. Organzing the files together isn’t fun, but I was thankful that he was there to help me. Every once in a while, he would glance at me to which I would awkwardly look away. But…. it was nice having him by my side.       “What are you going today?”, He spoke up as we both finished up and set the files in a drawer.       “I can’t find my father today. I have to talk to the news station.”, I sighed as I looked my hospital clothes,”I’m going to look like a sick patient.”          “You are. A pretty one at that, and to me…you are just one of us.”, He rebutted, creating this fuzzy feeling…        “Whatever. I’m going to look ridiculous on television. So, don’t make fun of me if you see me on tv.”, I punched him on the arm.       “Fine. You look fine. You’ll do okay. What is the news coming here for you for?”, he crossed his arms as he looked out the window,”What’s so interesting about this hospital to count you out for an interview?”       “It’s between the news station and I.”, I glanced at the time that read: 9:10.       “That’s no news to me. I guess I’ll see you around then?”, He said jumping off my bed, creating a mess.       “Why did you come to my room? I thought you had some news?”, I scoffed at his manner once again, always leaving and entering without permission.       Donghae, the one with two minds in his body, seemed more controlled than I first met him. Lately…has he been just himself?  I try to get adjusted to the fact that he might have one or two divided opinions with mine. I looked at his back, awaiting for his answer.       “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Meet me later at the cafeteria for food?”, He said without turning his back. Who does he think he is…arranging appointments with me. Usually I don’t associate myself with people, but these days my routine has been flipped inside down and around.       In an hour, Yura and her camera crew will be here to capture my pain and misery for love in return that I get money to survive in this cruel world that won’t give back my dad. What’s wrong with this world?  Staring off in the distance, it was as if I could remember this as deja vu….       “Dad, where’s mom?”, I asked him as he tucked me into bed although it was still daytime. My father wanted me to have enough rest to put me through the next day, how considerate of him when I wasn’t the slightest of being tired.       “She’s going to be gone for some time.”, He repeated for ten days and nights since we last saw her abruptly leave. Her exit from my life left embedded in my head, my dreams, my nightmares.       “She never loved us.”, I said honestly from my heart,”She never loved us.”       “Yoona! Don’t say that!”, He scolded me lightly.       “No, don’t lie to me. I know. She always favored the kids that weren’t me. She favored those who were healthy and could do well in school. I was the dumb one and the sick one.  Over time, watching her interact with the kids…I felt jealous. I don’t know if I can forgive her.”, I said as my eight-year-old self.       “No, your mother was nice to your friends.”, He patted my hair.       “I wish that were true. I honestly wish that were true. She befriended all my friends and gave them everything I was unable to eat…and at the end, those friends were fake. She doesn’t even know I was bullied by those ‘friends’. I wasn’t perfect. I wasn’t smart. I wasn’t like them.”, I wanted to tell my father, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him all my struggles when he was the one that was struggling the most with his job and financial needs.       My father didn’t have a consistent job like most fathers in this society. Wherever jobs were opened, whether if it was seasonal or temporary, he took it. He took it and endured the pain of getting money for my surgery. Looking back, I wanted to help so bad. With my surgery costing more than both of our lives, he did whatever to take care of it….     Everynight, he would tuck me into bed. Once I fallen asleep from his lullaby, he put his worn out brown jacket and went to his job in the harsh cold weather. But he didn’t know that I was too worried to really fall asleep. I was awake at most nights, watching him silently leave and his smile disappear through the night.       Every night I would ask:       “Dad, can you stay with me to