In the Hospital

There are various forms of communication. The gaze filled with emotion, the interaction of skin, writing ones heart out. I never thought that I would have to give up the most common, the most convenient way. I felt stuffy, scared, but worst of all, limited. 

Opening my eyes was difficult. In fact, when I woke up, I was amazed that i could even breath. One eye wrapped shut, half my torso bandaged, and one leg strapped to the ceiling, I attempted to recollect my memories. 

As I closed my eyes once more, a scene started to play in my mind. I remembered, the car, the roadtrip, one hand dancing out the window, the other resting on Minho`s. As I recall, we were going on vacation. He made me feel secure and protected, he always has since we were kids, even more so when our families both passed. Wait... Minho! The truck, we were in trouble. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Minho`s hand suddenly left mine to grab the wheel. Then there was a collision. Glass flew everywhere as Minho`s body went out the window. I used up all my energy to go after him. After struggled to unbuckle and and open the door, I fell out and dragged myself over to him and suddenly, blood started falling from my face. "Minho?" I gasped. "M-min...." And my mouth opened to let out a cry, however, the horror was not heard for my cry was silent.

I called and called yet nothing came out. air left my lungs as I strained my throat. The white room seemed to cave smaller and smaller by the minute. I have to find him....

He`s all I have left.