It’s been a week since I’ve been adjusted to hospital.
Well,
let me say, uncountable times, I’ve been adjusted to this hospital.
12AM, I pressed the button on my wheelchair, it’s moving
along the hospital corridor. Alone, silent, and dark. I came to vending machine
on the hospital lobby. No one’s there. I put in money on the slot, pressed
orange juice and orange juice can fell down.
I sat alone on the bench in the
middle of lobby, sipping my orange juice when someone hobbled with crutches on his arms to the
vending machine. He pressed chocolate milk then turned his body at me. He’s
kinda shocked looking at me sitting alone on the bench.
“Hello?”, he waved his hand. “Are you a human?”
What kind of question?!, I thought. “What If I’m a ghost?”
“So you’re a human?”, he asked again.
“No, I’m a ghost.”
“Ehh… No ghost will say that she is a ghost, so you’re
human.”, he hobbled and sat beside me.
There’s awkward silence in the air. Only sounds of sipping
in round heard.
“What’s with that?”, I asked while my index finger pointing
at his leg. “Your leg.”
“I hurt my ankle...”, he answered. His hand held the bandage on his left leg. “When I danced yesterday.”
“Oh. You’re dancer?”
“Well, umm, not really.”
Another awkward silence. We sipped our drinks.
“What’s with you?”, he suddenly asked. “Why do you use
wheelchair? Umm… sorry, but, can you walk?”
“Oh. This.” I pointed at the wheelchair beside me. “I only
used this because my mom and my doctor asked me to use this. Actually I can
walk properly, I can walk better than you.” I stood up and walked in front of
him. “See?”
He laughed. I sat beside him.
“Are you ill?”, he asked again.
I nodded. “Of course, I’m ill. Then what am I doing here if
I’m not ill?”
“Oh…. Just maybe because you’re a ghost here. You said it
before, right?”
“Is that so? Hmm… then, you’re right. I’m not ill and I’m a
ghost.”
He laughed again.
“Ah! I have to go! See over there! Nurse is coming. Yesterday,
she nagged at me because I wandered around at night.”, I said to him and sat on
my wheelchair. “Bye, see you.”
I pressed the button on my wheelchair. It’s moving away from
the bench.
“Wait up!”, he stood up and held on the crutches. “Will we meet again tomorrow? I
mean… I feel little bit bored in this hospital…”
“Of course. Bye. See you tomorrow!” I moved away from him
before the nurse came to me.
***
“Good morning, sleepyhead! How’s your leg?”
“Oh. Dongwoon-ah. Good morning.”, I yawned. “Where’s the
other?”
“Practice. We practice a lot hyung.”
“How dare they don’t come to see me.”, I stretched my body “What
do you bring?”
“Just some chocolate, milk, and apples. Eat them a lot
hyung, so you can get better soon. It seems so weird without you, hyung.
Dujunnie hyung, jinjja, he scolded a lot. I think he misses you.”
“What are you saying? If he misses me, he should come!”
“He can’t. He got some schedule to do. Very busy person,
huh?”, Dongwoon said while eating a chocolate bar.
“Dongwoon-ah… I met a girl last night, no, not a girl, I don’t
know if she’s a girl or a ghost…”
“Ah hyung, what do you say? I don’t understand. So you
met a girl or a ghost? Or a girl ghost?”
“She’s on a wheelchair, short-straight-hair, with pony and
little bit weird…hmm mysterious.”
“Do you fall for her?”, he drank the milk “Ah, jinjja
mashita.”
“Aish. I just want to tell you this. Why suddenly fall for
her? And you keep eating and drinking, you said these all for me, right?”
“Mianhae, hyung. I’m hungry. You know, I’m still young,
still growing.”, he winked cutely.
“Aish….jinjja…”
***
It’s 12AM. She said she would
meet me here. But, where is she? Will she come?
It’s 1AM. She’s not coming. I
knew it. She won’t come. Then why am I here waiting for her?
I walked slowly to my room. She didn’t
come.
***
I made promise. This is the first
time in my life. Making promise to stranger. Does he really want to meet me?
But, I don’t know. I don’t know if I can meet him tonight. Today’s chain of
examination is so tiring. What did they put into my body? Why do I feel so
sleepy? I have to stay awake. I want to meet him. Please, let me meet him.
-to be continued-
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