Back in Dong Kyung's apartment, Na Ji Na rested on the couch, a damp rag over her eyes, blocking out the light. Seon Kyung sat on the floor, near the coffee table while his sister sat legs tucked under, near her best friend. Only Myeol Mang sat alone, under the wall calendar, on a striped cloth bench, seemingly a fitting place as this is where he predicted her death.
Na Ji Na inquires,
"What exactly did they say at the hospital?"
Dong Kyung responds with clinical information,
"It's called glioblastoma multiforme and I have about three months…no that's wrong, probably about two months now to live."
Upset, Na Ji Na jumps up,
"Get up right now. Let's go back to the hospital and get surgery."
Seon Kyung points to Myeol Mang, says to Na Ji Na,
"Ah, Noonim, actually he is a doctor."
Irritated she says, "A doctor of what? Whatever! Hey, as her brother. You should stop her. What are you doing?"
Dong Kyung looks at her friend, softly says,
"It's not like there is any guarantee that I will live if I have surgery, right? I could die during the surgery."
Two distinct voices are heard,
"Hey!"
"Noona!"