"....."
Should he say it was a familiar view? No, it had been a while since he had woken up in a hospital and seen these pure white walls strung with the notable smell of disinfectant. But why was he so tired? He almost wanted to just close his eyes again and forget everything...
Dazedly turning his head against the pillow, Cheon Areum's eyes landed on the blood bag hanging from the IV pole beside his bed. His vision was still unfocused, slightly blurred at the edges, but one thing stood out clearly enough for him to read, despite the label being upside down. A large A- printed in bold black letters. A-negative blood type. For a second, his thoughts stopped.
Huh…?
The weak sound escaped him before he could process it properly.
"….No… wait… it can't be…"
