"Stupid!" Sehun snarled angrily as again and again, he slammed his already bloody hands into the wall, making the small, red scratches on the peeling wallpaper grow."Idiot!" with fire raging in dark eyes, the boy slowly slid down onto the floor, form shaking, breaths uneven.

A pale, small hand was laid on the furious boy's shoulder, brown eyes filling with concern."You do know that it's not your fault, right?" Tao's voice was soft but firm, freshly-dyed hot-red hair falling into his eyes as he forced himself to smile at his friend."You couldn't have known. He had been getting..and this attacks, they have been happening for a long time. For all we know, he may be back to completely normal in two hours!" False hope shone in the boy's eyes as he soothingly patted the other's back, slowly pulling him away from the wall.

"His heart stopped. He has been there for three hours..." Sehun was rambling, more to himself than to anyone else. He should have known that Luhan was far from okay: he shouldn't even have thought of taking the boy out even for a few minutes, let alone hours! Thinking back, he couldn't help blaming himself.

He had, with a good chance, killed his best friend. The one he had known since they were babies, the one with whom he shared memories no one could erase from their memories...

Just as Luhan had been rushed away, the doctors yelling orders to each other loudly yet with no meaning - or so they had sounded to the ears of a very shocked Sehun - he had put their uncut video up on youtube... For the past hour, he had been replaying it continuously, looking for any little sign of discomfort on his friend's face, only to find nothing.

Not one little sign that could have showed that something would happen...

Still in a state of sheer shock, he had wrote a heartfelt description to their video, telling their 'fans' what had happened, albeit quiet vaguely. The last time he had checked, they'd had about two hundred comments, the majority of which kept asking about Luhan.

Sehun had no energy to reply.

More hours passed, the sound of ticking was slowly making the teenager mad. His hands had been bandaged by a nurse - who had also given him a tea to calm him down - and at the very moment, he sat still on the floor, hands on knees, face buried in his palms, shoulders shaking.

It was nearly midnight by the time the double doors flung open. Men in white cloaks slowly walked out, one of them walking up