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Si-woo's eyes opened slowly. They looked heavy, like he had to fight to keep them open. He was squinting and looked angry right away, even before he knew where he was or what day it was. I was still sitting in that uncomfortable plastic chair next to his bed. My face was pressed against the metal rail because I had cried so much that my whole body felt tired. My neck hurt from staying in the same position for hours. My eyes burned like they were full of sand. My shirt was hard and sticky from dried blood and tears and snot. I knew I looked terrible, like someone had pulled me through dirt and left me there.
