gun-woo was sitting in the medical recliner, hooked up to a few machines. A cathartic beeping sound emmiting from the heart monitor every few seconds as he waited for his blood to be collected. He watched absently as the pouch was rocking back and forth on the Hemaflow scale, the low humming of the machine adding a white noise in the background. His thoughts were racing, and so was his heart. He just couldn't help but worry, couldn't help but cry. His bestfriend was fatally injured damn it! - under the knife as we speak. Of course he was inconsolable!

But, he tried to hold it together nonetheless. Even if Mr. Choi was dead now, and his estate was burned down. Even if his bestfriend was stabbed in the liver. Even if that bastard kim myeong-gil was Walking free. But gun-woo just couldn't lose himself now. Not now, not when Hyeon-ju was still waiting for him in the waiting area. Not when woo-jin was still in the operating room. Not when {{user}} was sitting there next to him, crying along with him. He had to keep it together. If not for himself, then for his friends.