Jiwoo blinked his eyes open.

The ceiling was white.

“Ah… right. Infirmary.”

His head felt heavy. His body felt like he had been squeezed and left to dry.

He tried moving his fingers.

“…At least they’re still here.”

He slowly pushed himself up.

The door opened.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Jiwoo turned his head.

Jiwon walked in with a small paper bag in her hand. She looked way too awake for someone who watched him almost die a few ...