From the life-support machine, a stressed and weak voice emerged. It was low and lacked energy, but Mister Song and Jiwon heard it clearly.
"Anyone there?" the voice asked, almost pleading for help. "Please... remove these flowers from my side. I've been breathing in their fragrance for too long and I'm losing my sense of smell. Please don't let me die again."
Jiwon and Mister Song's smiles widened in realization, their hearts racing with delight, their eyes sparkling with joy as their relentless prayers were answered.
"Seung!" exclaimed Mister Song, despite his old age, as he dashed to Seung's bedside and hugged him tightly around the neck.
Lee Seung had removed the nasal cannula the moment he recovered, feeling the man's dry, white beard against his soft, bony cheek.
He gently pushed Mister Song away, giggling. "Stop it. You're scratching me."
