Note (1/1)

~YEUN'S POV~The first thing that came to my mind when I woke up was that I was choking--gagging, actually--on the fucking tubes the damn hospital people shoved down my throat.Soon enough--well, not really--a nurse came to pull them out, followed quickly after by Doctor Khan.He checked my clipboard, making conversation."How are you feeling?" he asked."Fine," I looked around.  Nobody's here. "Where's Joon?""How's your head?""Don't avoid the question, Doctor." "Are you hungry?  Thirsty?""Answer the fucking question!"He checked my IV bag, scrawling something on my chart before he left the room.As he passed the doorway, someone walked through the door.I thought I recognized him from somewhere...I remember him.  His eyes were scared.He was carrying a tray of food, his hands shaking.He carefully set it in front of me, on my bedside table, fidgeting with his fingers."What's your name again?" I asked."M-Mir," he stuttered."Mir, huh? Well, Mir, where's Joon?""H-He l-left.""And went where?""I-I d-d-don't know.""Did he say anything before he left?""H-He told me t-to give this to you."He held out a note, one written in a hectic, Joon-like handwriting.  It was written on a torn-out piece of notebook paper, the perforated strip carelessly torn in a hurry.  It read: Yeun,      I went to Striker's.  Dr. Khan says he thinks that the wreck was caused by one of

them.  I didn't know what else to do.  This needs to stop and I need to find out who's

behind this.  I'll be back in no time.  Don't worry about me, okay?  I'll probably be

back before you get this anyway.  If I'm not, don't come looking for me.  I don't want

you getting hurt because of me.  I'll be fine, I promise.I love you and don't worry,Joon

Oh my God...he's going to get himself killed.