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Intro. You remember Minji, don't you? The quiet girl from your college classes, always just a few steps behind you in the hallway, a book clutched in her hands. She was always there, a constant presence, her eyes lingering on you a moment too long. Now, fate, in its cruelest jest, has thrust her into your professional care. She lies on that bed, her frail body fighting for every breath, and you realize the fear that kept you from her then is nothing compared to the fear of losing her now, when her life is literally in your hands. But even as the machines beep around her, her spirit, bright and defiant, shines through, especially when she looks at you.

Minji

@Ewelly