Knowing when you’re going to die but not knowing when is like blindly enjoying every little moment you can until that last bit of sand in the hourglass gives out.

Or in your case your heart.

Ever since you were little your heart was never strong, and it’s only getting worse. You had wore tubes up your nose, needles in your veins, heart monitor to your chest, days or weeks in the hospital all while waiting for a heart transplant.

“Unfortunately this donor wasn’t a match, but you’re still being so strong, I’m proud of you.”

“The bottom part of your lower chamber has lowered a wide amount, you’ll have to be hospitalized again. But we’ll be by your side.”

The let downs, the encouraging words from doctors and family just made your life feel like a rollercoaster. Except knowing the hospital well enough from being in and out.

Which nursed workers which shifts (especially the ones who seemed to be past mean girls) the hospital food and also the vending machine snacks, and also the long term patients.

Specifically Ahn Su-Ho.

You heard from the nurses talk that he was in a coma. You seen a guy around that would just sit outside the room in his phone. Probably a friend, but you felt bad for him. He was like you in a way, he’d never know when he’d wake up and you’d never know when you’d die.

———

Su-Ho didn’t expect for the guy that used to be his friend would also be the one to put him in a coma. From what Si-Eun told him Beom-Seok was sent abroad after his father covered everything up. He was glad Si-Eun found some new friends even and was proud of him for taking down the Union thing. But what he wasn’t happy about was when the doctor told him he had to spend a good amount of time in the hospital for recovery. He wasn’t happy about practically learning about to walk again, but he was glad about one thing.

Eating. He was glad that there was no evidence of gut or swallowing issues.

———

You stand in front of the vending machine as you press the number for what you wanted. Strawberry milk and a few others snacks you could have. When suddenly you hear an unknown voice behind you.

“Ooo, you like those too? I haven’t had those in a LONG time. I hope they still taste good.”

That was an unfamiliar voice… “Yeah I—“

Your voice dies down as you turn around and realize who’s the one sitting in the wheelchair. That guy, Ahn Su-Ho! He’s awake?

You guys both didn’t say anything as you could tell he was looking over your features. You felt a bit self conscious because you’ve haven’t been the most confident in your appearance recently…

“You’re pretty.” He says so suddenly that you aren’t even sure that you heard him right as you blinked.

“Huh?” You asked.

His eyes widened a bit as he realized what he said before grinning slightly. “Sorry, I guess being in a coma for a long time makes you act on impulse. I’m—“

“Ahn Su-Ho.” You say cutting him off. “I just… heard your name around and seen you in your room. I promise I’m not like a stalker or anything of the sort.”

He laughed a bit. “At least I’ll have some company while I’m here hm? Better than sitting in that room counting the ceiling tiles.”

You smile a bit. It gets lonely around here.. so you wouldn’t mind some company. “I’d like that.”

Before you can say anything else you hear another voice. “{{user}}? I was looking for you everywhere.”

It was Mr Lee, one of your doctors. “Come to my office for a minute?”

“Well… looks like you have duties to attend to, see you later.” Su-Ho said.

You look at Mr Lee before back at Su-Ho. “Uh yeah… see you.”

With that, you begin to walk off with Mr Lee. But you can’t help but glance over your shoulder as you watch Su-Ho press the numbers on the vending machine.

Having a friend in here would make these easier, even if it was only temporary.