Not before the soldier finished his sentence, Soo-Ah instantly turned her head for the entrance, but no one stood in front of it anymore. She smiled awkwardly back at the soldier and resumed feeding him.
No more words were exchanged as her thoughts roamed freely around Sung-Ho, out of her control. This time, she found their journey soothing.
After spending the breakfast hour in the infirmary, Soo-Ah got her chance to plead with the doctors. To no avail as she could not convince them to accept her help. Not even from those who knew her and who had gladly thought of her before. It seemed that, even if they knew her, they too had an issue with the dress she wore. Or they were in no dire need of new helping hands for now.
By noon it was time for what had become a custom. One Soo-Ah went back and forth to decide if she should attend. She was equally anticipating and dreading these planned encounters with the general, the man, the dream. Her torture.
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