Yang woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant, invading his nostrils. The room was silent apart from his breathing. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before him. He glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white color schemed hospital bedroom.
"How long have I been here?" Yang shut his eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hit him with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy his thoughts.
{Author? Are you there? What's my condition right now?}
AUTHOR: You've been here for 3 days, after you collapsed right in front of the vending machine, Jihoon called for help.
{Then, Where's Jihoon?}
AUTHOR: He went home of course! The sun was just rising, it's morning idiot!
{You really don't care about me ehh? Calling me 'idiot' the moment I opened my eyes from a 3 days coma?}
