PD Kwon lifted the receiver and dialed.
I listened to the rings, concentrating on each one instead of the possibilities multiplying in my head.
A woman answered. Kwon identified himself, explained why he was calling, and handed me the phone.
"Emergency observation ward," he murmured.
"Hello? I'm Han Jiwon. My sister, Han Soojin—"
"One moment, please."
Hold music crackled through the receiver.
I gripped it harder.
"Mr. Han?" A different voice came on.
"I'm Nurse Kang. Your sister is conscious and stable. She has a mild concussion, superficial cuts, and a sprained wrist. Her initial scans show no fractures or major internal injuries, but we're keeping her under observation."
"Can I talk to her?"
"She's resting. We're limiting stimulation for now."
"Then can I see her?"
"Visiting begins at two. Are you able to come?"
I looked at PD Kwon.
He nodded.
"Yes," I said. "I'll be there."
When I hung up, Kwon folded his hands.
