Oh Sehun laid still, he's been doing so for almost a year. No one knew why, one day in school he just out, he has been unconscious ever since.

He was fragile.

The medications were put in, Sehun doesn't know which, but it goes through his veins and into his organs. They have been putting it in everyday since he got here, they told his family that it would probably help him wake up faster. Guess what?

It didn't help. That didn't stop them, though.

The medication stings, all the needles poked in his skin, from his wrist, his back, his heart, it hurts. He was better of dead, it was a suffering.

When the unknown liquid flows in his veins, the feeling of it feels like acid pouring on his skin, flowing in his body, making things worst. Sehun couldn't do anything.

Sehun could still hear what was going on around him which was probably a privilege, the crappy nurses doesn't think he can hear them, though.

They talk about him everyday, and those talks weren't good ones,

"Why do we have to change him everyday? He's not even alive?"

"Just because he comes from a rich family doesn't mean he can pay us to do his dirty work."

"He hasn't washed his hair in like almost a year, right?"

"They make him and us suffer, can't we just pull off these wires and let him die, its easier that way."

And for a second, Sehun agreed with the last comment. Wouldn't it be easier? No more pain, no more wires, no more nurses, no more needles.

No more life.

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A warm touch glided on Sehun's hands. It was soft and graceful, so it must have not been the nurses. The person didn't hit his wires, which was a good thing for it would not shift, if it does then he has to get another needle in his body, and even the thought of that made him sick.

Then the person spoke, it was a guy.

"I understand your pain, I don't know if you can hear me but I want to talk to you, I don't have anyone to talk to."

He took a grab of Sehun's hands and placed it on his wrist band.

"Hi, let me introduce myself, my name is Byun Baekhyun and by the tag here on your bed, your name must be Oh Sehun. Can I call you Sehun? I will call you Sehun. Or do you want a nickname? What should I nickname you?"

"I will think of your nickname later, for now I'm going to call you Sehun," he claimed and his hands touched Sehun's again, giving it a slight shake.

"And I guess," he continued, "we're roommates now."

Sehun couldn't see it, but he heard Baekhyun laughed a little, so he knew Baekhyun was smiling.

"You see, my bed is right there, just beside yours. I am also sick, like you, except that I can move, but the pain is equal. I have this cancer thing, in my lungs, too much water, bla bla. So basically, if I don't stay here I will drown in myself, literally, I will drown because of my own lungs," he chuckled.

"Isn't that weird? An organ which I once used to let me breath and live now wants me to drown and die,"

A dent was felt on Sehun's bed, Baekhyun had laid his head on the mattress.

"ing backstabber," Baekhyun added.

And for a while, Sehun felt like everything was going to be okay.

**********

"Hi Sehun, I brought you pizza, you can't eat it, though," Baekhyun sat beside Sehun.

"Believe me, it's not me, I would love to give this to you but I asked the doctors if I can blender these up and put it in your tube thing and they told me I can't, so," Baekhyun was silent for a while, then Sehun smelled the pizza just up his nose and the heat of it on his skin.

"Here, take a good smell of it, I know you've been craving these for months," Baekhyun laughed. Sehun heard him munching.

**********

"Oh Sehun! I have decided your nickname!" Baekhyun trilled with excitement as he entered the room, Sehun heard him pulling a chair to his direction and sat down.

"So hear this out okay, I wanted to name you something like, sunshine or blossom but that's like too cheesy," Baekhyun said in a whisper. Sehun swore he could feel the guy smirking.

"Just now, around 3 o'clock my brother came, and he showed me this spy movie thing and they had this spy name so, drum roll please," Baekhyun tapped his hands on the railing of Sehun's bed in a fast motion.

If Sehun was able to move, he would've laughed at the corniness of Baekhyun. Despite his sickness, he was a bundle of joy, every happiness trapped inside his body, just waiting to explode.

"41!" he almost screamed.

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