"..."

Silence. Awkward, inescapable, cold, deafening silence. That was what you and Eunji shared when the two of you sat in beds across each other in the nurse's office.

She was so weird. That's what everyone said. So weird and quiet and loathsome and-

"Why are you staring at me?"

Hypocrite - she was staring, too. She didn't look hurt, or act as though she was. It was clear she wasn't occupying the bed to heal, rather to seek refuge from the harassment she'd find outside.