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"Your Highness, when I examined the Lady's pulse, I felt two heartbeats."

"Does that mean..."

"Yes, Your Highness, the Tenth Prince's wife is carrying a child. Lady Soon-deok is pregnant."

Prince Jung felt his chest burn and his temples throbbing.

His eyes were glassy and glared back at the nurse.

"Nobody shall know of this."

"I shall obey, Your Highness."

The velvet carpet at the entrance of the hotel made Ha-jin feel very welcome but, at the same time, it was the reason she almost lost two front teeth.

Her heels clacked against the marble floor, growing louder with her increasing pace.

"I'M HERE!" she called out to Ji-mong from one end of the hallway, "I'm here, I'm here."

"Just in time, Ha-jin. I was just about to check in," Ji-mong smiled.

"Where's Eun?"

"In the car, sleeping. Min-seok is watching over him."

"Isn't he going to see Hera?"

"I thought I'd check in first and let her know. Wouldn't want to just barge in, do we, now," Ji-mong chuckled, "Also, I thought Woo-hyun was accompanying you?"

"He said he'd be here," Ha-jin said, looking at her watch, "I wonder what's keeping him."

Ji-mong turned to the receptionist.

"Excuse me, can I have Ms. Ji Hye-ran's room number, please?"

The receptionist's honey voice replied, "Do you have a pre-scheduled meeting? Your name, please?"

"Ah, yes. Is there an appointment booked under the name Choi Ji-mo-"

"EMERGENCY! PLEASE MAKE WAY!" screamed a man dressed in staff uniform, pushing a gurney with woman on it. She looked pale and bony.

Ha-jin moved at first sight of the gurney, jumping backwards.

"Sorry, sir, I'll be back in a moment," the receptionist left the counter, jogging after the gurney.

"What seems to be the problem now?" Ha-jin sighed, plopping onto a white leather sofa.

"I'm not sure," Ji-mong heaved, looking at his watch, "let's hope the receptionist will be back soon."

"Mr. Choi Ji-mong?" an unfamiliar voice called out.

Ji-mong turned. A man who looked like he was in his late forties stood there, surrounded by a few other men, and he looked less than happy.

"Yes, that would be me. Is there a problem?" Ji-mong replied.

"No, no problem, Sir. I am Officer Jung," the man said, holding up his police ID, "and you are required to come with us to the Seoul National University Hospital."

"The University Hospital? Me? Why?"

"Sir, at around 2:18 pm today, Ms. Ji Hye-ran was found unconscious in her hotel room, surrounded by her own vomit, by the room service staff."

Ha-jin stood up, not immediately taking in what he just said.

"The last number she contacted was yours, sir."

"Yes, but.. but, how exactl-"

"Please follow us, and there will be absolutely no trouble."

Tell the driver to bring the both of you to the University Hospital. Its important.

Min-seok sighed at the text from Ha-jin. What now?

Change of plans. A little crisis came our way. Meet us at the University Hospital.

Ha-jin sent the text to Woo-hyun, sighing. She waited for a reply.

Seen, 3:03 pm

Why isn't he replying?! she thought, frustrated.

"The doctor says it was fatigue," Officer Jung said, "nothing to worry about, Mr. Choi. Sorry for the trouble we caused you."

"Quite alright. It was only necessary."

"Would like us to give you a ride back home?"

"No, thank you," Ha-jin chimed in, "I think we'll stay back for a while."

After the officers left, Ha-jin let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that got over quickly."

"Are you hungry? I didn't have breakfast today. I'm going to quickly grab something from the canteen. Do you want me to get anything for you?"

"No, thank you. But, has the doctor mentioned anything about when Ms. Ji will regain consciousness?

"Not yet. Wait outside Room 413. There might be news any moment."

Ha-jin nodded.

Hospitals scared Ha-jin.

She didn't what it was. It could've been the abundance of sick people, the smell of saline water that seemed to linger in every hallway or even the half-dead expressions on the faces of most patients.

Her phone beeped.

It was from Minseok. He had replied to her message.

Where are you guys?!

We've got a little trouble.

What's wrong?

Baekhyun is sick. He puked for the past thirty minutes straight.

Oh my God. But wasn't he alright this morning? Is he okay now?

I don't think it's good, Ha-jin. There's blood involved.

Ha-jin's swift fingers stopped moving for a whole five seconds.

As soon as she snapped out of it, she dialed Minseok.

"Bring him," she breathed into the phone, in a low voice, "Now."

Minseok stared at the white shirt hanging on the wall beside the gurney.

The red spots splattered across it seemed to be a hipster design from a distance but, if you looked closer, you would realize it wasn't. The smell sold the fact that it was blood.

His eyes darted to the figure sleeping on the gurney.

Baekhyun's face was drained of all color, his lips were now of a whiter tint.

Beside him, seperated by only a curtain, lay Hera.

"When in heaven will the both of them wake up?" Chen groaned in his chair, placed against the blue wall of the hospital room.

"A little insensitive, don't you think?" Ha-jin snapped, pulling the curtain to a side, "Your friend was puking blood."

"I-," Chen began, "never mind."

A nurse entered the room.

"Who came with Mr. Byun?" the nurse enquired, looking down at her register.

Minseok raised his hand.

"Please follow me outside. The doctor will see you now."

He looked at Ha-jin and Chen as if seeking approval and then quietly followed.

The nurse and Minseok almost toppled over as a woman in heels rushed into the room at the speed of a cheetah.

Her eyes frantically began searching the room, resting finally at the sight of Hera on the gurney.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" she screamed, almost in tears, rushing towards Ha-jin and shaking her by the shoulders, "why is she like this?!"

"P-please be quiet, Ma'am," Ha-jin found it difficult to talk while being shook like a maraca, "this is a hospital."

"Answer me! What happened to her?!"

"And may I ask, I don't mean to be rude, but of what concern is that to you?"

"I am her manager," the woman panted, "please. I need to know."

"Please calm down, Ma'am," Ha-jin put a palm on her shoulder, "there isn't anything to worry about. The doctor says it was just fatigue."

"Fatigue? Is that even possible?"

"Why not?"

"She sleeps for about 12 hours a day, never misses a meal and exercises, too! She was absolutely alright when we had a meal together this morning. I leave her for just a few hours and this happens! How-"

"Miss Kim, she will be alright, I assure you," came a deeper voice.

It was Ji-mong, followed by Minseok, who looked more tensed than the time he left the room.

"I understand that as her manager, you have all the right to worry about her," Ji-mong contunued, "but I think you should calm down a bit. Have a nice cup of tea, maybe? Or a comfortable, long nap. I will escort you out, yes? I assure you, we shall keep you updated with everything about Ms. Ji."

"Minseok, you tell them the rest," Ji-mong nodded at him.

The door closed behind them, leaving a confused Ha-jin and Jongdae staring back at Minseok.

"Baekhyun's x-ray results came in," Minseok sighed, almost downtrodden.

"And?" Chen said, standing up.

"It left even the doctors dumbfounded," he continued, "The doctor first said the vomting could've just been motion sickness."

"And what about the bleeding?"

"I-I don't know," Minseok ran a hand through his hair, "The radiographer and the doctor both swore they saw an obliquely-made cut in the stomach area, but-"

"But?"

"But, what, Minseok?"

"It didn't show up on the physical copy of the X-ray," Ji-mong finished walking in from behind Minseok, "I have the prints right here."

Ji-mong rubbed the back of a very-flustered Minseok. He was almost in tears.

Chen plopped back in his chair. "What in the world is going on?"

"I think I have an almost perfect explanation as to what is actually going on," Ji-mong said, sitting down on a chair. He removed his glasses and closed his eyes, trying to attain a few minutes of peace.

"You do?"

"I think so. I mean, it does seem to explain things that-"

"Please. Please, just tell us what it is."

"What I am about to tell you could be of more assurance that Prince Wang Eun, and his wife, are actually still alive."

Ha-jin's eyes widened.

"I call them, The Misguided Signs," Ji-mong began, "When one, either the man of the past or the man of the present, is on the border of life and death, the force of the signs can get confused. They tend to mix up timelines and end up in the wrong individual. The signs can range from the symptoms of a disease or a even a simple wound."

Ji-mong looked at the confused faces.

"I assume you did not understand anything at all."

They nodded.

"Let me explain with example. Ha-jin, you do remember that the Tenth Prince was stabbed in the stomach?"

She nodded.

"If at all, the Tenth Prince is alive, it is highly likely that he is in a state of comatose. If this is the case, the bleeding of his internal organ and the vomiting caused by the infection are signs that the forces could mix up, hence ending up in Baekhyun's body."

"I-is that even possible?" Chen asked, frantically.

"I have observed other cases, so, yes" Ji-mong stated, "it is very much possible."

"And about Ms. Ji? Her manager told me she was more than just healthy, sleeping for about twelve hours a day, regular exercise..."

"Ah, yes," Ji-mong said, "This could also apply to her. If we were to consider her symtptoms of fatigue...I am not sure about this, but..."

Ji-mong breathed heavily.

"...it could very well be that she is pregnant, either in the present..."

Ha-jin almost choked on her spit.

"...or in the past, with the Tenth Imperial Prince's child."