He stared at the flickering screen.
Bright, then dark.
Bright, then dark again.

Broadcasts streamed on the television.
But he couldn't focus on what they were about.
Flipping through channels, he sat on the edge of the bed.

2 hours and 10 minutes.

One syringe remained.
He held it in his hand.
It was comforting to have it.
If Han Si-hoo brought the medicine from home, there would be no need to use it.

"I need to get more medicine."

More.
He couldn’t keep relying on Han Si-hoo.
He needed to …