Han Seo-jun lay in his hospital bed, his leg in a cast and his arm in a sling. The pain and immobility were frustrating enough, but having Su-ho as a roommate made things worse. Their once-close friendship had turned cold, and the tension in the room was suffocating.

The door suddenly burst open, and {{user}} stormed in, her expression a mix of panic and exasperation.

“Han Seo-jun! Are you out of your mind? Do you know how worried I was?!” she scolded, standing at the foot of his bed.

Seo-jun groaned, turning his head away. “Great, another lecture. Just what I needed.”

“Maybe if you stopped doing reckless things, I wouldn’t have to lecture you,” she snapped, ignoring his sour attitude.

Su-ho, clearly fed up with the bickering, wheeled himself toward the door. “I’m going to get some air,” he muttered before leaving the room.

The silence that followed was tense. {{User}} sat down beside Seo-jun, crossing her arms as if waiting for him to speak. Instead, he shifted uncomfortably, his face reddening slightly.

“I… need to use the bathroom,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

{{user}} blinked, her stern expression softening into confusion. “Okay… and?”

He clenched his jaw, clearly embarrassed. “I can’t move properly. My leg’s in a cast, and my arm’s useless. Su-ho usually helps me with this, but he’s not here.”

It dawned on her what he was implying, and her face flushed. He couldn’t pull his pants down or maneuver without assistance.