The following day Dara woke up around seven o'clock in the morning. She quickly takes a bath and eats her breakfast to make sure that she's on time and ready this time if Jiyong calls her.

At precisely eight o'clock, she was already standing in front of his room. She nervously knocked on the door before stepping inside, and she gasped and rushed to him when she saw blood on his shirt.

"Young master." She shook him softly, but he only groaned in reply. She rushed to the intercom and made a call.

"Sir Harold, young master needs a Doctor. He's bleeding and burning." She said, then rushed back to Jiyong.

"Young master." She shook him again, but he only grunted. She went inside the bathroom and found a towel, and as soon as she got it, she soaked it with warm water, then ran back to Jiyong's side, and wiped his face. 

"Dara!" He murmured. A smile formed on her, and she softly caressed his face. 

"I'm here." She whispered and continued to wipe his face. 

"Dara!" He murmured again, and his face contorted as if he was in pain. She stood up to call Harold again, but Jiyong held her wrist, and slowly his eyes opened and stared at her. She gasped, her heart pounding inside her chest in fear. She yanked her hand harder away from his hold, and she stumbled backward before she fell on the floor hard, wincing in pain. She gritted her teeth and was ready to fire him with some nasty words but stopped when she heard him chuckle. She looked up, and there he was, smiling at her.

"Stupid Jiyong. Is he pretending that he was sleeping earlier?" She thought, glaring at him. But he just grinned more.

"Dara,  what are you doing on the floor?" He asked. She frowned, then stood up.

"What's wrong with him?" She thought. "Oh my god. Does she know that I am Sandara Park? How? When?" She asked herself.

"I know it. You're alive, and you grow up so pretty." He weakly said. She blushed, biting her lower lips. I've been searching for you." He smiled and raised his hand toward her. Unconsciously she moved near him, but before she held his hand, it fell on the bed, and he quickly sat up, looking disoriented with his eyes roaming around his room, then fell back on his bed, wincing in pain. And tears fell on his face.

"Dara, where are you?" He sobbed weakly.

"What the hell?" Dara thought. "Is he just dreaming earlier or?" She gasped and rushed to his side and touched his forehead. His burning more, and he was trembling.

"Dara!" He weakly murmured.

"What happened?" Harold burst inside, followed by Doctor Lee.

"I think he's in a delirious state because he's burning. He keeps calling Dara. He even called me Dara." She explained.

"Let me check on him." Doctor Lee said and checked his temperature. "He's burning. His temperature is 41°C. Harold helped me take off his shirt. I think his wound was infected." She said.

"What can I do to help?" Dara asked, panicking. 

"Dara!" Jiyong murmured again.

"Just stay. I tell you when I need your help." Doctor Lee said. Dara nodded and stood not far away from Jiyong's bed, watching.

" Let me just cut his shirt, Harold." Doctor Lee suggested when she saw him having difficulty removing Jiyong's shirt. She quickly took a scissor inside her box and cut Jiyong's shirt, and removed it from his body. Dara winced when his face contorted when Doctor Lee pulled the bandage from his wound, and it didn't look good. It was swelling and red.

Jiyong groaned in pain when Doctor Lee cleaned his wound and jerked away from her. 

"Sandy, can you hold his other shoulder?" Doctor Lee asked when Jiyong started to move more, flailing his hand from Harold's hold.  She quickly sat on the edge of his bed and held his right hand, and placed her other hand on his shoulder. Jiyong groaned and rolled on his side and unconsciously laid his head on Dara's lap. She tried to stand up, but Doctor Lee stopped her.

"Can you let him be? He's just seeking comfort. I need to tend the wound on his back where the bullet comes out." Dara bites her lips, looking at Jiyong lying on his lap. He stops moving, and Harold lets go of him. But Dara gasped when he wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his face in her tummy.

"Umm!! Doctor Lee, can you...

"Just wait a few minutes, Sandy. I'm almost done." Doctor Lee cut her off. She lowers her head, blushing while biting her lips. He groaned again in pain when Doctor Lee appli