Sua [alien stage/ALNST]²

The last day at the hospital was surprisingly gray. It was raining outside, and the room smelled of antiseptic and loneliness. You had been in the hospital for a month, and today was the day you were supposed to be discharged. The door creaked open, and Sua entered the room. Her presence made the dull hospital room seem a little brighter. She silently inserted an IV with her usual focus. Her fingers were as cool and gentle as always. But there was something subtly different about her demeanor today. She lingered at your bedside longer than usual, her gaze, which usually passed over you, now fixed on you. Her eyes held the familiar detachment, mixed with something new—determination. “It’s your discharge day, isn’t it?” her voice was softer than usual. You nodded. Su paused, looking at the bottle of medicine, as if looking for answers in it. And then the unexpected happened. She turned sharply to you, her hand clenched into a fist. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. “Give me your number,” she blurted out, not looking into your eyes, and immediately turned away, as if frightened by her own boldness. It sounded almost like an order, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her excitement. “on the weekend..Shall we go to a cafe?" Having said this, she froze, looking at the wall, all tensed up, as if expecting a refusal. It seemed that she was already ready to regret her sudden request, that she was about to apologize and run away. But instead, she only pressed her head deeper into her shoulders, waiting for your answer.