After all things got settled at long last and the floors were mopped dry, he could heave a sigh of relief to call the job well done. With sleeves and pants rolled up, wet hands and feet having soaked in waters for the past hour, Dong Hae almost could not believe he would one day be involved in such chore. He really wanted to laugh at himself for his own strong will to help out.

Replacing those buckets, rags and a bunch of other stuff, he decided to head over to Yi Han's room to let her know that the problem had been solved. Now that he realised, he had been overly absorbed in the lengthy task for the most part back then and the whole house was so silent that he forgot all about her.

Knocking on the door, he waited. No response from the inside, which made him somewhat worried. After trying a few more times, he called, "Mind me coming in? Just want to tell you that the living room, kitchen and bathroom floors are all dry now...Are...you okay?"

There was still no reply. Dong Hae wondered and decided to open the door to see how she was at the moment.

As he entered, it could be seen that Yi Han has been asleep all the while. She was lying on the bed. He walked over to her side and she was not awaken by his light footsteps.

Approaching closer, he did not feel like disturbing her. Yet, he simply stayed where he was and observed her.

Her delicate face appeared rather serene and innocently vulnerable while asleep. He then tucked her under the covers for warmth. Her pale hands felt cold to the touch. It troubled him also as he began to be aware that her cheeks were particularly rosy red. Dong Hae softly placed his hand on her forehead and it turned out to be burning hot.

Anxious, he quickly went to the bathroom to fetch a wet face towel to put it over her head. Brushing aside her fringes, he grabbed a chair by the bedside and kept watch to make sure that the heat would go off.

As for Yi Han, she only stirred a little but remained in her deep slumber. He was near her enough to notice her faster breathing more apparent. Gazing with concern at the sickly girl, he unknowingly reached out to take her hand in his, sincerely hoping that her fever would leave. He could even feel her rapid pulse beating within his own grasp.

He could not take his eyes off her the entire time, only wishing wholeheartedly that she would get better. However, her hand was still icy cold. Ultimately, he resorted to close his eyes bracing against her tender fingers and prayed, "Please, Jesus...heal her..."

Then, beyond further self-denial, he gently kissed her hand whispering, "Sorry, I must have fallen for you long before admitting by now..."

He was certain that her faith and kindhearted personality brought clarity to his life. Lunging forward to feel her forehead again, he was consoled to find that it had cooled much.

It bothered him that she might not have taken her medication so thus, he rushed to the kitchen to perhaps, try preparing a suitable dish of meal for her.

There, in looking for a little bit of this and that, Dong Hae spotted some pieces of yellow post-it notes stuck onto kitchen pantry. He peered closer to read each of them.

"Monday's breakfast - Mushroom omelette, lunch - mushroom pie, dinner - penne with mushrooms, Tuesday's breakfast - mushroom burger, lunch - mushroom bolognese..." Dong Hae could not resist breaking into a chuckle upon saying them all.

"This girl..." he was bemused by her once again.