Lee Sookyoung walked briskly to get to the hospital. She had a bouquet of flowers in her hands. The weather was chilly enough that her breath could be seen in puffs.

Upon arriving at the hospital, she bowed slightly in respect to the nurses and doctors before she made her way to a hospital room situated on the fourth floor. She slid the door open and stepped in before closing again.

"The weather's cold now, Dokja," she commented as she hung her coat on the coat hanger and placed the bouquet down. "You know, it's really hard to get flowers that are fresh," she added.

She took the wilting flowers out the vase and replaced them with the ones from the bouquet she brought. After she threw the older ones away, she sat down in a stool beside Kim Dokja's hospital bed.

"Your hands are cold," she muttered. She held Kim Dokja's hands and gently held them in hers.

"...I'm sorry I couldn't finish knitting the gloves you wanted when you were younger," she said after a moment of silence. "I'll make you new ones when you're back. I promise."