Description
As far as Jihyo could tell, there was no one around that needed medical attention. Only a guy their age- looking white as a ghost, and drenched in sweat and drool-waited for them. "Oh, God. We're too late," she whispered shakily. Her feet froze at what she saw, "Not again." A frown formed on Sana's face, "What's wrong with you, Pres? I told you he's sick. You don't have to act too shocked." Sana started hopping towards Mark, but Jihyo stopped her, "Sana, stop. Y-You... don't understand." The girl turned around angrily, "What I don't understand is why you're acting weird when clearly, my friend needs our help!" Jihyo debated whether she'd say something or just let Sana endanger herself. She's not friends with her anyway. And if it comes down to it, she could leave Sana with her injury and outrun the guy. As soon as she considered the thought, she scolded herself. She's a better person than that. In the end, she told Sana the truth, "...I don't think your friend's still in there." "What do you mean?" Sana demanded, thankfully, she hadn't moved from her spot after Jihyo stopped her. At her question, the used-to-be Mark, let out a growl. He started moving towards Sana. "Sana, come on! This is what happened at the stadium. This is why people were running away!" Jihyo ran to Sana, she took her by the arm even when Sana refuses at first. "We have to go, now! Or we'll die!" At the seriousness of her tone and her last word, Sana finally let herself be dragged away by the President and her roommate. Giving one last look at Mark, she left with a silent apology.
CHARACTER'S PROFILE: Nayeon
