Chapter 72: That Which Lies Dead
Cradling Ha Giyeon’s limp body in his arms, Son Suhyeon stared down at the boy whose eyes had fluttered shut. Without wasting a second, he rushed over to a bench in the corner of the field and gently laid him down.
Supporting Giyeon’s back with one arm, Suhyeon called out to him.
“Ha Giyeon... Giyeon-ah...”
He called his name desperately, again and again, but Giyeon, drenched in cold sweat, didn’t open his eyes.
His skin was ghostly pale, lips drained of all color. Suhyeon’s heart pounded wildly. Giyeon lay there just like... the corpse he had once seen.
Death.
The chilling word leapt to mind, and Suhyeon reached for his phone to call an ambulance. But before he could, Giyeon stopped him—his dry lips moved faintly as he lifted a weak hand in protest.
“Not the... hospital... take me... home...”
Even while drifting in and out of consciousness, Giyeon was clearly refusing to go to the hospital. Judging by his condition, he needed emergency care right away, but Suhyeon, moved by his pleading tone, ended up lowering his phone.
If it was something Giyeon didn’t want, he wouldn’t do it. No matter what. The reason, perhaps, was...
“...Damn it.”
He said he wanted to go home, but Suhyeon didn’t know where that was. He tried asking the barely conscious Giyeon, but of course, he couldn’t get a clear answer.