It was the same room, the same smell, the same ceiling. The pungent smell of disinfectant invading his nostrils were not new to him. He tried to lift his arms, but the nerves all over his body were not cooperating to his physical rhythm. He feels so tired like his eyelids are going to fall.
{Hey author! Are you there? What is my situation right now?}
AUTHOR: You are in the hospital, your operation will be one hour from now
{Is It really the end, I still have something to do, I still need to protect Jihoon from that Sunghoo bastard}
AUTHOR: That's why you should conserve your energy from the start
{Damn! This body is very weak right now}
Yang toured his eyes around the room, no one was there. It was empty, only the beeping sound from the machine beside his bed can be heard.
{Where's Jihoon?}
AUTHOR: The doctor told him to go home after he brought you here, you're in a private family room. The Doctor didn't let him in.
