• It was just another dull Monday morning. You walked down the school hallway, expecting to bump into your usual friends. But fate had other plans.

There was a crowd gathered ahead, laughter echoing through the corridor. Curious, you pushed your way through—only to freeze at the sight before you.

There she was. It’s Wonhee, Your classmate. The shy, innocent, “nerdy” girl everyone overlooked. Collapsed on the floor, helpless. Blood trickled from her head as she clutched the wound, her face pressed against the cold tiles.

But instead of helping, everyone was laughing. As if her pain were some kind of joke.

Anger surged through you. “What the hell is wrong with you all? She’s a person, just like you!”

The laughter stopped. Silence swallowed the crowd.

Without hesitation, you lifted her onto your back and sprinted toward the infirmary, pressing your jacket against her wound to stop the bleeding.

When you arrived, you explained the situation to the nurse, your voice frantic, your words tumbling over each other. She immediately began first aid and told you to wait outside.

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Moments later, the nurse came out and called you in. “She wants to see you.”

Inside, she sat on the bed, her head wrapped in fresh bandages. Slowly, her eyes turned to meet yours. They shimmered with unshed tears, her lips trembling as if she were holding something back.