My body knows it itself — it’s already battered and broken. I don’t want to expose it to outsiders.
But Grandma’s hand gripped mine tightly.
That kind of dependence, like a child’s.
The medical staff around us were waiting.
I let out a sigh.
“Okay.”
“I’ll stay with you.”
Only then did she loosen her grip a little.
“It’s a promise.”
“It’s a promise.”
So the two of us went through the examination process together.
First, a blood draw.
When the needle pierced my skin, my expression didn’t change.
Grandma, however, frowned tightly as she stared at me.
As if making sure I wasn’t lying to her.
After that came the various scans.
From head to toe — brain, heart and lungs, abdomen, bones.
CT, ultrasound, blood test indicators.
Every single item was done; not a single area was miss
