"Jisoo." My voice came out flat. "ಠ_｣ಠ What the fuck are you pulling this time."
I looked around.
There was nothing back here to brace the door with but me only. "Jisoo!" I shouted over my shoulder, still holding it shut with my whole weight. "What's wrong with you?!"
She looked back at me, blinking, genuinely lost. "Si Hon? Where are we? Why are you holding that door?"
The door cracked behind my back, the impact jolting through my spine, and Jisoo flinched hard at the sound, slapping both hands over her ears. "Ah— ah, I don't— I'm confused," she said with a small shaking voice.
"Jisoo, can you stand up? Right now, I need you to try."
She shook her head fast. "I can't. My whole body feels— it feels like I just ran for hours. I don't understand why."
I didn't have time to understand it either.
A tear slipped down my face without my permission, dramatic and useless given the situation. (Shit. Is this the split personality thing? Of all times—)
Then the door gave out.
