Chapter Four: You Saved Me Again

After I cleaned and stitched his wounds, I laid on my couch, exhausted and weary from all of the

walking and standing I did throughout the night.

I attempted to close my droopy eyes, but I'm not a deep sleeper.

After about an hour of sleeping, a loud thump broke the silence in the house. My droopy and puffy red eyes shot open and darted around the room.

My eyes landed on the guy, who had seemingly fallen onto the ground face-first. A small smile made its way onto my tired face. I stood up from my sitting position and crouched next to his figure before getting him up and placing him gently on the table again.

I guess I can get used to him, she thought to herself, her eyes closing once again.

[Min Jinu's P.O.V]

I opened my eyes only to be met with a bright light as it beamed into my face. I brought my hand

over my face to block the light from hitting my eyes.

I looked around and realized that I was in a house, laying on a wooden table with white walls and no picture frames. The room was empty, with a damaged windowsill. I sat up and my legs dangled off the edge of the table.

I scanned the dull-looking house and soon, my eyes landed on an individual laying on the coach. I used my arms to help me hop off the table, instantaneously feeling the pain shoot through my entire body. I winced as I looked at the wound on my arm, which had been stitched up and wrapped in bandage.

Thankfully, I wasn't taken to the hospital again. I hate that place. He approached the person across the room and saw... her. The same girl from before.

"Is this really the girl who took away my opportunity of dying?" he asked himself as he poked her

soft cheeks.

She groaned and stretched her arms. Her eyes were still closed, so he poked her again. Her adorable face turned into an annoyed one.

"Pecky mosquito." She mumbled under her breath, eyes still closed.

"Wake up, sleepy head. Your patient's awake," he snarled.

Her eyes opened and darted to the guy standing beside her. I guess I should stay like this for a while.

"What? H-how... you're alive! I can't believe I actually saved you!" she exclaimed as her arms shot in the air, her face full of happiness. I think that all my grief and sorrow was completely

washed away by her smile.

She had the biggest smile on her face.

"I thought you wouldn't wake up for another two or three weeks. I thought I didn't do something right," she said, and started laughing in astonishment.

Her laugh, her posture, her smile and her voice were angelic.

She was like Yol Sang Kim.

"Omo! You're smiling!" She smiled as her small hands pointed at me in awe. My smile faded when she started laughing.

"I didn't smile you idiot." I said, avoiding her gaze.

"I saw it with my own two eyes! You were smiling! I really made a guy as messed up as you smile!" she said excitedly as she bounced on the couch.

"You really are annoying. Stop making me sound miserable," I replied, looking away to hide my

crimson cheeks.

"I'm making you smile, dumbass!" She shouted hitting my back, causing fit me to stumble back, making her laugh even harder.

"Ouch, why would you hit me that hard?!" I scolded her before cursing under my breath while

massaging my back.

She smiled slyly. "I didn't, maybe you're just too wimpy." Her eyes disappeared as she began

laughing again.

"Could you stop?" I asked rudely, making her finally stop.

"Yeah... Sorry. But... That's hilarious!" She grabbed her stomach and fell back, letting out a few

last snickers.

"Thank you." I said. She stopped, stood up and dusted herself off.

"What did you say? Did I hear that right?" she teased.

"Ugh, you heard me. Don't make me repeat it again," I warned. She nodded; a smile evident on

her petite face.

"You're very welcome. My name's Kim Yeol," she introduced as she held out her hand, offering a handshake.

I shook it with my non-injured arm. "Min Jinu."

She smiled, and I noticed a dimple on her right cheek.

Just like Yol Sang Kim.

I choked up a bit, trying to contain myself, but I was just too broken. Every time I thought about her... I couldn't help it. A tear escaped my eye, as I felt warm, soft and tender fingers touch his

pale face.

I missed her so much.

I gave up and let the tears flow down my now pinkish cheeks, silently sniffing and whimpering.

She leaned in closer to me and hugged me. His warm tear fell onto her shirt, but she didn't care.

This guy needed someone to care for him, he needed attention. He needed someone to love him again - to let him feel alive, like he exists and that he is loved.

He needed to feel warmth and be cared for.

He needed to be saved from drowning over and over again.

He needed to escape from those nightmares that always made him want to kill himself. The nightmares that blocked the bright dreams he used to have.

He needed someone to like him.

The happy pills - they said it would take all the pain, make him happy while his real self wasn't

even alive.

But the ones he was taking were pain killers. The pills that cured the physical pain, but not the

emotional. The pills that stripped his senses of feeling alive and human.

The pills that made everyone go crazy when they felt pain again. The pills that kept everyone feeling lifeless.

"Truth is like a surgery. It hurts but cures. Lie is like a pain killer. It gives relief but has side

effects forever."

We are born to heal and protect other in need, not to show them you don't need them by taking

pills.

She pulled away from the hug and stared into my eyes. "Love yourself, Min Jinu," she whispered.

"You saved me again."