Misuteeku
The One Who Tries
The Meaning of Music
"...Sabrina Felton. Right?" Without a word, Sang-Cheol opened a door for her to pass by. When she did, Sang-Cheol closed the door behind him and led her to the room where they would perform the blood withdrawal. Numerous workers passed by or loitered around the halls. He saw Rebecca talking with Gerda. Aristotle was trying to have a couple of workers listen to him. The fact that he hadn't snapped at them to get back to work was the reason why everything was lax.
Entering inside a room, he gestured for Sabrina to take a seat before heading off to the side. Sabrina's file lay on the counter. Sang-Cheol's eyes furrowed in deep thought. He was supposed to make the withdrawal, right? Or was it a checkup? All he knew was that he wanted to acquire a sample of her blood. After all, if he could find some sort of similarity between her blood and Raphael's, he might have a breakthrough in his research.
Opening the file, Sang-Cheol spoke up. "Ms. Felton... You're diagnosed with... being a musician?" Musician? Wasn't that an occupation? Though Sang-Cheol's sleep-deprived mind spiraled down that thought process. Was it a new type of disease? Does it make people become musically talented? The more he thought about it, the more he started to believe in it. "How devastating," Sang-Cheol mumbled under his breath.
Sang-Cheol guessed he would have to find out. "Ms. Felton. If you would. Please sing me a song." As a scientist and half a doctor, Sang-Cheol needed to test whether or not the file was true. Sabrina had a history of smoking, according to her medical history. Smoking, naturally, destroys the lungs upon continuous usage of cigarettes. Sang-Cheol didn't know whether this was true or not since he also smoked like Sabrina. Maybe HPs had a stronger lung capacity? Regardless, he needed to know if Sabrina was infected with being a 'musician.'
"...Sabrina Felton. Right?" Without a word, Sang-Cheol opened a door for her to pass by. When she did, Sang-Cheol closed the door behind him and led her to the room where they would perform the blood withdrawal. Numerous workers passed by or loitered around the halls. He saw Rebecca talking with Gerda. Aristotle was trying to have a couple of workers listen to him. The fact that he hadn't snapped at them to get back to work was the reason why everything was lax.
Entering inside a room, he gestured for Sabrina to take a seat before heading off to the side. Sabrina's file lay on the counter. Sang-Cheol's eyes furrowed in deep thought. He was supposed to make the withdrawal, right? Or was it a checkup? All he knew was that he wanted to acquire a sample of her blood. After all, if he could find some sort of similarity between her blood and Raphael's, he might have a breakthrough in his research.
Opening the file, Sang-Cheol spoke up. "Ms. Felton... You're diagnosed with... being a musician?" Musician? Wasn't that an occupation? Though Sang-Cheol's sleep-deprived mind spiraled down that thought process. Was it a new type of disease? Does it make people become musically talented? The more he thought about it, the more he started to believe in it. "How devastating," Sang-Cheol mumbled under his breath.
Sang-Cheol guessed he would have to find out. "Ms. Felton. If you would. Please sing me a song." As a scientist and half a doctor, Sang-Cheol needed to test whether or not the file was true. Sabrina had a history of smoking, according to her medical history. Smoking, naturally, destroys the lungs upon continuous usage of cigarettes. Sang-Cheol didn't know whether this was true or not since he also smoked like Sabrina. Maybe HPs had a stronger lung capacity? Regardless, he needed to know if Sabrina was infected with being a 'musician.'