I was kicked out of the blood donation van. Of the three of us, I was the only one sent outside.

“W-wait a second…”

I clung to the door with three fingers, trying to resist. Saebyeok hesitated for a moment before gently prying my fingers off one by one.

“Gyeoul, you can’t do this.”

“Why only me…”

Saebyeok was too strong for me to resist, so all I could do was swing my legs in protest. It was my own little way of expressing dissatisfaction.

“I’m sorry.”

“…Okay.”

Saebyeok carried me to a nearby bench and sat down, keeping me …