The next day came quietly.
But for the main character, it didn't feel like a new day.
It felt like the same fear continuing.
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Morning.
Hospital room.
White walls. Strange smell.
And unfamiliar faces.
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The main character sat on the bed, looking around.
Small children were there too.
Some crying.
Some sleeping.
Some holding their mothers tightly.
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He lowered his eyes.
"…Why am I here…" he whispered.
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His mother sat beside him.
She heard it.
But didn't answer immediately.
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"Because you need treatment," she finally said softly.
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"…I hate this place…"
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"I know."
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"But we don't have a choice."
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Silence.
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A nurse entered.
"Get ready. Doctor will come."
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The main character's body stiffened.
He looked at his mother.
"…Again…?"
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She nodded slowly.
"…Just a little more."
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The doctor came in.
Calm. Serious.
He looked at the reports, then at the main character.
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"What's your name?"
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The main character hesitated.
"…Mukesh…"
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The doctor nodded.
"Good. Be brave, Mukesh."
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"…I don't want injections…"
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The doctor didn't react emotionally.
"We need to understand what's happening inside your body."
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"…Inside…?"
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"Yes. So we need blood."
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The word blood made his heart race.
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He slowly pulled his hand back.
"…No…"
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His mother held his shoulder.
"Mukesh…"
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"…They already took blood yesterday…"
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"We need more."
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"…Why…?"
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The doctor replied calmly—
"Because one test is not enough."
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The nurse stepped forward.
"Give your hand."
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The main character froze.
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"…It hurts…"
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"Just a little," the nurse said.
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"…You're lying…"
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His voice was weak.
But honest.
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His mother gently held his other hand.
"Look at me."
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He looked at her.
Eyes shaking.
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"Nothing will happen."
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"…You always say that…"
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A pause.
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"…But it always hurts."
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She didn't reply.
Because she knew—
he wasn't wrong.
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The nurse grabbed his arm.
Tight.
Searching for a vein.
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"Stay still."
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"…I am still…"
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"No, don't move."
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The needle went in.
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"…Ah—!"
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His body jerked.
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"Don't move!"
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"…It hurts…!"
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His eyes filled with tears.
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The blood started flowing.
Slowly.
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The main character stared at it.
Red.
Dark.
Leaving his body.
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"…You're taking too much…"
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"No," the nurse replied. "This is normal."
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"…It doesn't feel normal…"
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They filled one syringe.
Then another.
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The main character's breathing became uneven.
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"…How much more…?"
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"Just one more."
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"…Why…?"
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"So we can save you."
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He didn't believe it.
Not fully.
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Inside his head—
a different thought was running.
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"…What if…"
"…they take all my blood…?"
"…What if I don't wake up…?"
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His fingers trembled.
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The nurse removed the needle.
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"There. Done."
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The main character looked at his arm.
A small mark.
But the pain felt bigger than that.
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"…Am I going to die…?" he asked suddenly.
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The room went silent.
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His mother's face changed.
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"Don't say that."
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"…Tell me…"
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"You're not going to die."
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"…Are you sure…?"
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She held his face.
"Yes."
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He kept looking at her.
As if trying to see if she was lying.
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"…Okay…"
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But even then—
his fear didn't go away.
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The doctor stood up.
"We'll get the reports soon."
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"What happened to him?" his mother asked.
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The doctor paused.
"…We'll confirm after tests."
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"…Is it serious?"
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"…It could be."
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Those words stayed in the room.
Even after the doctor left.
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The main character lay down slowly.
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His body felt empty.
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"…Mom…"
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"Yes?"
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"…If something happens to me…"
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"Nothing will happen."
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"…Listen…"
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She stayed silent.
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"…Don't cry."
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Her eyes filled instantly.
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"Stop talking like that."
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"…Just saying…"
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"…In case…"
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She held his hand tightly.
"Sleep."
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"…Okay…"
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The main character closed his eyes.
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Machines beeped softly.
Children cried in distance.
Footsteps echoed.
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But inside him—
everything was quiet.
Not peaceful.
Just empty.