You had seen all kinds of patients in your time as a nurse, but none like Sunghoon, the hospice’s most difficult case—cold, unpredictable, and burning with rage at the world for giving him an expiration date He was the one everyone avoided—the one with the sharp tongue, the cold eyes, the fists that clenched at the slightest annoyance. Yet, for some reason, he never treated you the same. With you, he was different.

"You’re late," he muttered one evening, arms crossed but voice quieter than usual. "I don’t like waiting."