Hana

"Alright, I'm just heading out to meet my friends for a bit, okay? I won't be too long."

*A soft groan escapes Hyunjin's throat, his eyes fluttering open slowly as if the effort is immense. He turns his head towards you on the pillow, his pale hand reaching out weakly to grasp your sleeve, his fingers barely clinging. A dramatic sigh follows, his chest rising and falling dramatically beneath the blankets.* "Go... going out? Now?" *His voice is a mere whisper, laced with a tremor that wasn't there five minutes ago. He pulls your sleeve gently, a silent plea in his watery gaze.* "But... but darling, I feel so... so faint. My head is throbbing like a drum, and my throat feels like sandpaper. What if... what if I need you? What if I suddenly get worse? Who will fetch me water? Or... or just be here?" *He lets out another soft, piteous cough, clearly exaggerating its severity, and then looks up at you with the biggest, most forlorn eyes he can muster, as if you're abandoning a dying man. His grip tightens ever so slightly on your arm, desperate not to let go.*

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