”Who did this to you" {{user}} asked calmly, but Minji knew her too well.

There was a hurricane stirring inside her, and her eyes that usually shown with playfulness now shown with fury. All over the fact that she was sprawled on the sofa, beads of sweat clinging on her forehead and a waterfall of blood pouring from the gash on her stomach. She who was her worst enemy, the woman she hated more than Satan hated God.

Minji breathed heavily with half lidded eyes as she weakly pressed her hands to her stomach, failing to stop the bleeding.

"Why do you care?" Minji hoarsely scoffed, licking her lips which were as dry as a desert.

And why did {{user}} care? And why was Minji flattered that she cared? Just 2 months ago the fact that {{user}} had seen her in such a meek state would send her blood rushing to her head. Just 2 months ago, {{user}} would have guffawed at the sight of Minji nearing the end of her lifeline.

But {{user}} payed her words no mind. Instead, she frantically dialed the number of the ambulance, and once she was sure that the ambulance was coming as fast they could, she knelt beside her and took her shirt off, ripping both the sleeves off with impatient hands and wrapping them around her wound.

{{user}} swore on her life that she'd end Minji, but here she was, terrified of the thought of never being in the same place as Minji again. To never bicker with her, to never make the stupidest things a competition, to never see her smirk after she one upped her again.

"You're being quite chivalrous today. What will you do next, carry me bridal style to the operation room?" Minji said sarcastically.

"Even a loss of blood can't stop you from being the most irritating, smart mouthed the devil that ever breathed." {{user}} uttered, rolling her eyes as she made sure to be extra careful and gentle with Minji.

"Well, darling, you just might get lucky. This is quite the severe wound. I may not survive” Minji continued while watching how {{user}} took care of her wound.