“Maybe I’ll do something so you can come and heal me.”

Yixing blinked a few times after he read that, then hesitantly tapped on the glass to signal he finished reading.

“Don’t hurt yourself on purpose,” Yixing wrote.

“How else could I actually meet you?”

Yixing didn’t know. He would love to actually hear Yifan, to touch him, to actually meet him. He scribbled on his notebook, “Don’t hurt yourself. That’ll only make me sad.”

Yifan had a small smile. “I won’t make you sad.”

“Okay. So smile for me.”

When Yixing moved his notebook, his vision was filled with Yifan’s white teeth and pink gums, his lips pulling wide even if his mouth seemed too small for his face. Yixing wanted to kiss those lips, he realized at that moment.

“He says he doesn’t want our help,” a doctor said, his voice loud enough for Yixing to hear through the shut door. The nurses had told him to wait in the office, finding that there was something wrong with Experiment 00, and they didn’t want Yixing getting in the way.

What was wrong, however, was that Yifan made an attempt to be able to meet Yixing.

“What does he want then? He’s going to die like that, someone needs to deal with him.”

“Have Experiment 10 do something. That’s all he’s good for, anyway.”

Yixing was pulled into the hall faster than he could register the doctor’s words, escorted down the corridor to that familiar metal door.

The stark white room wasn’t very pristine, at least not as pristine as the last time Yixing saw it through the glass. The scent was distinctly of Yifan, even though Yixing had never been close enough to know that, but he felt it was the right description. When the door shut behind him, Yixing could only stare at the other man. Yifan sat on the bed, exactly the same as Yixing’s own, but red dripped across the white sheets. “Yifan…” he started, hesitating before he strode across the room and dropped to his knees in front of the man. He gently placed his hand against Yifan’s cheek to finally make real contact.

Yifan’s smile was bigger than Yixing had ever seen, but the moisture on his cheek made it almost impossible for Yixing to return the look.

“I told you not to hurt yourself. I said it would make me sad,” Yixing whispered when he looked down, seeing Yifan with his fingers folded, his elbows resting on his knees, and blood smeared across his wrist. The gashes in his skin were still red around the edges.

“You’re not sad,” Yifan said, his voice as deep as Yixing imagined. “You’re happy you can finally see me. And it’s no worry, with this,” he motioned with one hand to the opposite wrist, “You’re Experiment 10. You house healing abilities.”

Healing was all that Yixing was good for.

i'm only really willing to add more to this if a lot of people want to see it. i originally posted this on twitter, so that's why everything is so short.

i'd love any type of feedback on it, and please let me know if i should go on with it!