Devil's Music

Gun sits on the bench, making eye contact with Mijin looking up at himself, and greets him carefully.

“Hello, Mr. Kim Mi-jin. ”

Mijin doesn't answer, just looks up. The nurse behind Mijin recommended a seat next to where she was sitting, just standing still about what to say.

“Sit down and talk slowly. ”

The nurse walks over to Lisa's side with the case, slightly away from the two of them. I opened my mouth again with an awkward look that I had never talked to her before.

“How have you been? ”

Mijin is still staring at the gun without saying anything. The awkward look in her eyes shifts her head and looks away.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them for a moment. Mijin, who was just looking at the case without saying anything, reminded me of the old woman I saw in Chicago, throwing her eyes at those who were passing by on the bench.

The mother who had lost her daughter and struck her heart with tears on the spot where the child died.

Just thinking about her appearance, when her eyes turned red to ask her story, she kept her mouth shut again because she didn't have to provoke her to cry just yet.

Longing the patient on the bench in front of the hospital where the summer sunlight was hot was bad for her health, he said.

“It's too hot, right? Shall we go in?”

I wanted to stretch out my hand and raise her up, but I looked down at Mijin as if I thought he might be reluctant to touch her.

Mijin's dry, twisted lips that were looking at the case opened gradually, and a relaxed voice flowed out.

“Remember... me. ”

A nurse who sees Mijin suddenly speaking tries to run in surprised, but Lisa grabs her index finger and puts it on her lips.

“Shh, just watch. There's a story between you two. ”

The gun looks slightly surprised, then pauses and speaks in a calm voice to avoid irritating the migraine.

“What do you remember? ”

Mijin raises his hand slowly to point at the gun.

“You. I remember you. ”

The gun looks at the finger pointing at itself and asks.

“Remember me? ”

Mijin nodded his head and opened his mouth again.

“And I remember seeing you there. ”

Mijin thanked me for remembering him, and I smiled.

“I see. I remember you. ”

Mijin was silent again after a short conversation. Hopefully, the conversation with her continues for a while, and she reaches out to the ward again, unable to hold her silence for a long time.

“It's so hot, Mijin. It's bad for your health, so go back inside. ”

Is it because we talked for a short time? The courage reached out to Mijin. Mijin, who was looking through his hands, raises the gun again.

“That's... what you said, right? ”

“Yes?”

Mijin said with his eyes unfocused as if he was trying to remember.

“I'd rather cry louder……. ”

The gun's eyes widen. Seeing Mijin recalling a distant muttering soliloquy, he once again sits beside her and asks,

“I was so far away, how did you see it? ”

Mijin shakes his head slowly.

“I don't remember how I saw it. But then, I remember the song that you played to comfort me. I was a little better after crying out loud like you said. ”

After starting the conversation, Mijin, who spoke the longest, nodded and continued to induce the conversation. I knew this normal conversation would help her improve her condition.

“I see. I'm glad you're consoled. But I don't think it's getting any better. ”

Mijin, who lowers his head slightly at the words, looks at the ground. He tightly grasped Mijin's silent shoulder again.

“It's not good to hide your emotions, you know, Ms. Mijin? Men have shorter life expectancy than women. It's because of the social status of men who can't cry when they want to, and who have to hide their emotions, so their life expectancy is reduced as much as they endured it. Say what you want to say, cry when you want to cry, and don't hold back your laughter because of your guilt. ”

After looking back at the case, Mijin looks through him again. She holds her hand without saying a word, looking up at the sky.

“All you have to do is say what you want to say and do what you want to do. ”

Mijin followed the gun's gaze and looked at the sky. The sun was slightly concealed from the clouds, so I could look at the blue sky without frowning. The gun turns to Mijin and smiles.

“What's your favorite thing to say at this point? ”

Mijin looks at someone in the sky with sad eyes. She lets out a small voice as she flinches her cheeks to see if a rash occurred on her lips.

“Ha Eun Ah... You should go to school, right? Get up.”

The smile on my face distorted. What she hoped was just a conversation that she had with her daughter no matter what, and that's what she wanted to say most of the time.

I opened my mouth again in a long time because I thought it would be cooler to let the emotions explode.

“What would you most... … like to do? ”

Of course, a different word flowed from her mouth, thinking that she would talk about what was in her memories during her time with her daughter.

“I want to sleep. Listening to that music every day. ”

I smiled slowly at the fact that I was staring blankly. With her head turned to Risa, Mijin's nurse quickly approaches and raises Mijin. Rising together, Lisa catches up and whispers in small whispers.

“Music therapy is about to begin, would you like to take a look? ”

I nodded without a word when I saw Mijin walking while being supported earlier.

When I arrived with Lisa in room 403, I opened the door brightly and looked surprised again.

Four patients were distracted and distracted, but now all seemed to be tucked in their beds and waiting for something. Lisa whispers when she sees the look on his face.

“I know it's music therapy time. Courtney's patients are showing the highest efficiency. The propensity to attack is completely gone, and normal conversations are impossible, but it understands and follows what we say. It's almost a miracle if you think about her a few months ago. ”

A moment later, instead of a song of water playing on a little Bluetooth speaker in the room, a song of water begins to flow through the speakers in the entire ward. Lisa said to the case, looking at the patients who closed their eyes with a pleasant look.

“Most of the time I sleep. ”

When I closed my eyes and saw the patients rubbing their faces against the pillows, I left the room. I didn't want to disturb their rest.

I looked around the psychiatric ward without saying a word, and I saw another room. The mental ward, which had always been noisy, heard nothing but music.

Most of the patients who were listening to music playing at a slightly lower volume were lying down to sleep, and some of the others were also sitting on their beds, looking out the window and listening to music.

Larry approaches, smiling and asking for a handshake, thanks to those who listened to his music.

“Kay, you're here. ”

“Hello, sir. ”

“Haha, thanks to Kay's permission, we are conducting this study on the entire psychiatric ward. ”

“Have you made any progress? ”

“Um... can I walk you for a minute? ”

Larry opens his mouth while guiding the case through the hallway of the ward to check on the patient's condition.

“We see a clear effect on schizophrenia, depression and insomnia. What's interesting is that the rate of disease progression in people suffering from encephalitis is slowing down and the pain in those who need to suffer greatly is alleviating. That's why Principal Murphy is preparing to report to the academic community. ”

The case turned red and said.

“The disease is slowing down? ”

Larry smiles and picks up a chart.

“Yes, unfortunately, the disease is not cured. It's just slowing down. ”

Larry says again, looking sad about the case.

“That's a great discovery, and your help is a great hope for the patients who look forward to tomorrow. ”

Gun said, smiling powerlessly.

“What's just hope can be a bigger disappointment later on. ”

“Haha, they know what their disease is, and they know it's not treatable with modern medicine. But they want to live one more day and end their messy lives. You gave them the gift of their most precious time. ”

Larry nods at his shoulder for not feeling well.

“Don't be disappointed. We doctors have seen so many of these. But with today's disappointments and frustrations, we're focused on research to save even one more patient in the future. You're doing what we can't, and the research that it returns doesn't give you an idea of how much life will help in the future. You're doing a great job. ”

Larry's words soothe him a little, but he looks around the room where the music still flows. At the end of the hallway of the ward, I saw a man standing outside the door leading to the outer stairwell looking inward, and I opened my eyes and looked at him and looked at him. I left Larry and walked quickly, and he opens the door and shouts for joy.

“Zion!! What are you doing here?”

Outside the outer staircase, Zion holds a bag with art tools and smiles.

“Haha, I see you here again. ”

“Yes! Zion has really helped me, so if you don't mind, I'd like to serve you something to eat. ”

After Zion looked at the watch, she nodded her head.

“Now would be a good time. I'm starving too, haha. ”

The expression of gratitude and kindness against Zion held Zion's shoulders, because the value of the hint he received could not be translated with money.

“I'll treat you to something expensive and delicious, let's go! Haha.”

As Zion and Gun were walking out of the hospital, a blonde boy Pymon, who was looking down at two people on the roof of the hospital, broke his fingers and sharpened his teeth.

“Old Zion... Ugh. You hurt a child's fingertips, and that day is the end of your filthy life! ”