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The thin curtains of the window flew as the soft morning air caressed it. The man on the bed tried to lower his gaze. He once again smelled the disinfectant smell of his surroundings, reminding him of his 2nd week at the hospital.

The door slowly opened then a middle aged man wearing a white long coat.He was carrying something with him in his arms. He approached the patient and taped his forehead. "Good morning Mr. Chen, how are you feeling today?" he asked. "Nod your head two times if you are fine and shake it if you are not,"

Following the doctor's instruction, Yang nodded his head twice. When the doctor got his reply, he smiled. "Do you have any discomfort inside you right now? Just the same, nod your head if yes and shake your head if no," he asked again.

The male shakes his head, while the doctor writes something on his folder. He tapped the male's chest and said, "We are now going to remove the tubes connected to your body. Since your health results are all fine, you can now eat slowly by hand, is that okay, Mr. Chen?" the doctor asked.

After answering a few more questions, the doctor told him to rest. 

He was alone in the room again. The wide and buzzing sound from the air-conditioner made him feel like he was in a very deep sleep trying to cope with reality. 

Unconsciously, he spread his right hand in the air like reaching for the ceiling. He realized that he was doing it every now and then. Every morning after taking some questions from the doctor, he would stay still like that and then he would raise his hand in the middle of the air unconsciously. 

He parted his lips, trying to utter something. "Y-Y-Yang," he finally said. He uttered his name. That small achievement made him smile. It's been a week since he hasn't talked yet. He will just answer everyone's questions by nodding and shaking his head. 

He tossed and turned on the bed, that's when he realized that there was a mirror on the right corner. He then realized that he wanted to check his appearance. Without any second thoughts, he caressed the blanket covering his lower torso.

He winced when he felt the heaviness from his legs. Though it's been a week since he received that massage therapy, he still hasn't gotten used to walking on his own. Besides, the apparatus connected to him are quite heavy.

He needed to see his face no matter what, he wanted to see his face. There was a feeling inside him that he was a different person right now. 

"Ngh!," Yang groaned when his right feet touched the cold floor. He only tried to put a half force to it but it feels like it will break in an instant.

He grasped the stainless pole beside him, which was connected to the machines attached to his body. His hospital gown crumpled and caressed his shoulders. His deep collarbone showed him a tiny and frail neck. 

He leaned on the bed first after putting down his other leg. Since both are now down, he just needed to find his cotton slippers. That's when he thought when he realized that it was under the bed, he kicked it far under the bed. The tiled floor is cold and ticklish, and walking on the hard surface is a bit hard for him. 

Yang bit his lower lip, he will do it. The urge of wanting to see his face and his state are pushing him to get on that mirror on the wall. Why? Because he wasn't sure if this is all reality, he wasn't sure if this is real. 

He gently slid down beside the bed. After doing it, he bent down, pushing half of his head under the bed, finding his cotton slippers. He saw it inches away from his fingers so he felt elated. He reached for it as he moved forward. Just a little more, inches away from his hands when the needle of the tube connected to his veins cracked. 

It stopped the flow of the fluid supplying his body. Yang curled and felt the pain slowly piercing his system. He groaned and winced in pain. Rubbing his left arm to lessen the soreness. Blood dripped from his nerves. 

He will be dead if the doctor finds out his idiocy.He will surely be scolded a hundred times. He planned to stay and hide beside the bed for the meantime while thinking of a way to find a solution. 

"Yang?"

"Yang, are you awake?" 

Hearing that voice, Yang was startled. He wasn't expecting that his mother will be back this early. She said that she had a night shift job and she would surely be sleepy the next morning. 

The woman, Shi Ying, entered the hospital room with fruits in his hands. She came here after changing her clothes. She got lucky because her job finished earlier than expected. She will just take a nap this afternoon after spending time with her son.

"Yang? Where are you?" 

Shi Ying got scared after finding no one on the bed. She was going to press the bell on the bed head when she saw Yang sitting down on the bed. 

"Yang!' She exclaimed, dahsing to her son.

Shi Ying saw Yang crouching there alone, pressing his right hand to his left hand silently. "What are you doing there?!" She rubbed her temples then helped Yang to sit back on the bed. 

Since the bleeding won't stop, they don't;'t have a choice but to change the needle to a new one. Shi Yiang was going to press the bell when Yang pulled her back. Looking at her with pitiful eyes, scared to be scolded by the doctor, "Don't worry, I won't tell them," she assured. 

After pressing the button, in an instant, three nurses came inside. 

"What happened to the patient, ma'am?" one of them asked.

Shi Ying shakes her head in disappointment, "I guess the needle was loose, it broke while he was eating the fruits I brought, "She replied.

The nurses nodded their heads and changed the needle right away after cleaning the excessive blood. They also changed his bed sheets and pillow covers. They exited the room after.

When they were the only ones left, Shi Ying peeled some oranges and gave it to Yang. "Eat this," she said, placing the plate of fresh orange on the folding table she prepared in front of Yang.

Yang was sitting up so he took one and munched it. Although his jaws are a little numb, he can feel it now squeezing the juices inside his mouth. 

"Yang, please don;t do that ever again, you made me so worried," Shi Ying looked at him with remorse. 

Finding himself guilty, Yang lowered his gaze. "S-S-So-rry," he mumbled. 

"You don't need to be sorry, I'm just worried about you, if you need something you can just ask the nurse or me to give it to you,"

He stayed quiet for a while, then he pointed to the corner of the room. Shi Ying followed his hands. Only she realized that the male on the bed wanted a mirror. She brushed her face knowing that it was very simple. 

Shi Ying stood up from beside the bed and reached for her bag instead. There she slipped out a small mirror she was using when she's at work. "Take this instead, that mirror is so big and was fixed on the wall, you can have that one since it was a pocket size," she smiled and gave Yang a pat on the head. 

Yang didn't slip out the opportunity to look at himself. Since the mirror was small, he first saw his eyes. It was a bit dark and sunken, probably from sleeping for so long. His skin is white and pale like a vampire asleep on its coffin for a hundred years. It must be because he hadn't gotten enough sunlight. His lips were dry and chapped. Though it was still cherry plum, it's not lively. 

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Shi Ying realized her son's expression, she giggled. "Please don't bother yourself too much, you will change your appearance within a month, just eat proper foods and follow the doctor's orders," she stood up and folded the small table back upon seeing the empty plate of Yang. 

She opened the window and parted the curtains, "Look, Do you want to go outside? We can take a walk while you're in your wheelchair," she smiled.

Yang lowered his head. He wanted to, but this woman was tired from work and he didn't want to be bothersome. "Y-You're t-t-tired," he mumbled.

Shi Ying was taken aback, "Yang?" she replied. There was a bit of hesitation in her tone of voice. "I am not tired, I finished work earlier than expected," she insisted.

She halted towards the bed, "You are more important than my work," she hugged the male. "I've missed you so much, Yang, spend a little time with me, okay?"