Donghae’s head lolls to the side, trying to think clearly. The morphine was not helping. “It stops at ten? You know, if there’s a twenty, I think I would save that for something else.”

The nurse holds on to his wrist to check his pulse.

“Just give me something to stop this pain. It hurts so much I can’t even cry,” Donghae finally said. He doesn’t want to give up, but he can’t fight for long.