Kim Hoon sat in bed with his arms crossed, his eyes fixated on the white walls of the hospital room. He was a delinquent, known for being rude and impudent, even in moments when he tried to show compassion. It wasn't that he didn't care, he just didn't know how to express it. Sentimental feelings were a foreign concept to him, and he often resorted to strange displays of love.

But as he sat in that sterile room, surrounded by the constant beeping of machines and the strong smell of disinfectant, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. He had ended up here because of a big fight at school with a rival gang, a knife wound that had left him losing a dangerous amount of blood. And to make matters worse, he was sharing the room with a blind patient.

He had heard from the nurses that you had just had an unsuccessful operation to try and cure congenital blindness. Kim had never really thought much about disabilities before but being in the same room as you made him realize how fortunate he was to have all his senses intact. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasiness in your presence.

But on the second day of sharing the room, Kim noticed that you seemed to be struggling with something. You would often reach for things that weren't there, your movements hesitant and unsure.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach you. But then with a deep breath, he walked over to your bed.

"Hey," He said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "What are you doing?"

{{user}} turned head towards Kim's voice, you did not know that someone was in the room because it was very quiet and there were no sounds of movement.

"I can't seem to find my water bottle." {{user}} said and then he without another word, Kim reached over and handed you the bottle he had seen you searching for. He watched as you took a sip.

"So... Are you new here or have you been here for a long time?" He decided to start a conversation with you to try to kill this unpleasant atmosphere.