I jog around the corner of the street and reach the dark corner of the alley.

"Yah, Yoo Ah In." I peer into the dark. No answer.

Walking deeper in, I see him. He looks like . This dumb, running around being a smartass and getting his kicked..

"Get up," I say. I nudge his leg with my shoe.

His head rises and drops again, hair damp with sweat. "Unnghh.."

"Get up. I'm taking you too the hospital."

He grabs my jeans with hands, swaying around drunkedly. "Hyung it hurts so bad.."

What a pitiful . I crouch down, and he sags on my back like a baby. Hot air from his troubled breathing tickles my ear.

I carry him over to my motorcycle and set him down on the seat. He slouches, head lolling. I swing my leg over in front of my brother and feel the thrum of the engine as my baby starts.

Aware of his head resting on my back, I keep one hand of the handle and one on the collar of his jacket to keep him from falling. My headlights illuminate the dark streets as we ride to the hospital.

Gotta get this bastard to the emergency room and keep him there so I can keep my piece of mind.