Chanyeol hobbled uncertainly in his awkward position, and when the wind blew strongly at him he grasped desperately at the chain-link, ignoring the iron digging harshly into his palms. Precariously perched, he swayed dangerously between the roof and free-falling, yet he couldn’t ignore the voice he’d just heard. As quiet and as weak as it was, it hadn’t failed to reach his ears.

“Baekhyun?” he croaked again dejectedly.

Am I an idiot? Is this a ghost? Is this a trick my mind is playing on me?

But he heard the voice again, stronger and clearer, coming from the dark shapes, backlit from the door’s light. “Yes, Chanyeol…” it replied. “It’s me.”

Two figures clad all in white bounded through the door then, desperately grabbing at the mounded figures on the floor. He heard Sehun yell then.

“Back off! Can’t you see we have a situation here!?”

The two figures, assumedly doctors, stepped back and he felt their faces incline towards him, but his attention was focused disbelievingly on his friend on the ground.

“Baekhyun…is that really you?” Is this a dream? Did I already jump?

“What’s going on here?” one of the doctors yelled.

The other joined in, “Sir! Please come down from there!”

“Shut up!” Sehun yelled again. “Do you actually think you’re helping!?” He stood from the ground, pulling up another body. Chanyeol’s eyes widened, jutting from his skull. The outline, that height, the body shape…it can’t be. Sehun walked, holding the weak figure up with both arms and as they headed further towards Chanyeol and into the darkness, he blinked rapidly adjusting to the dim setting.

His eyes immediately met that blessed and familiar pair of dark almond eyes, never failing to sparkle even in the black of night. Inconceivably and without his control he squeezed the fence tighter as water spilled from his eyes, ignoring the blood that pinched from his punctured hands.

“It’s me, Chanyeol,” said Baekhyun, smiling weakly up at him, all his weight leaning on Sehun. “What are you doing? Won’t you please come down from there?”

“I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I’m sorry, Baekhyun. I’m sorry for everything! It’s all my fault. You didn’t deserve that kind of pain! You deserve so much better than me. You deserve someone who will make you so so happy. You-”

“Don’t say that!” Baekhyun interjected. “You lied to me, Chanyeol. You lied to me and it hurt, it really did. But I was never going to leave you, and I was always going to forgive you. I know just what kind of person you are, and I know how sorry you are for what you did. No matter how much I thought of it, I can’t blame you.

“I wanted to be mad at you, but the more I thought about it the more I realized it was just bad timing. Everything was happening at once and I have no right to be mad at you for something that happened even before you knew me…but I was jealous Chanyeol. And do you understand why I felt jealous? It’s because I love you. I love you, Park Chanyeol. And no matter what you do, what you will do, I’ll forgive you, because I want to be with you more than anything…More than anything my happiness depends on you being right beside me. I love you. So won’t you please get off that fence?”

Baekhyun slipped out of Sehun’s grasp and limped toward the fence, but atrophied muscles could only bring him so far. He collapsed and grabbed the links with his fingers, barely holding himself up. That desperate action was all Chanyeol needed. Sehun yelled nervously as he swung his legs quickly over the wire, and as carefully as he could, dropped the ten feet to the rough and ragged roof top.

In a second he was scooping up that familiar and frail body into his arms and bringing them both to the ground, sobbing into Baekhyun’s neck. Like it was planned, Baekhyun started crying too and his tiny hands tightly gripped Chanyeol’s jacket. He rocked him back and forth in his arms simply crying, “I love you too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.”

After a few moments when both of their breathing had settled down, they heard the scuffling of feet inch closer to them. But Chanyeol didn’t have time to wonder before Baekhyun’s small fist was lightly beating on his chest. Then it came harder and harder until he was smacking him repeatedly.

“Ow. Ow! OW! Baekhyun what are you doing!?”

“You’re an idiot, Park Chanyeol! Chanyeol I swear to god you’re a….a ing idiot!”

Chanyeol’s eyes popped open and he pulled back to stare at his sobbing love. “Wha-what?”

“Don’t you ing dare think about dying before me! I don’t know what I’d do without you, but neither of us is allowed to hurt ourselves! Even if I die you aren’t allowed to, okay!? You are not allowed to hurt yourself, okay? Okay!?” He ended with a resolute final and loud smack.

Chanyeol tenderly the long dark fringe away from Baekhyun’s face. “Okay….okay.”

The two were interrupted by a loud sniffle behind them and they both whipped their heads around.

Chanyeol stared incredulously at Sehun. “Were you…were you crying?”

Sehun stomped forward and swiftly and strongly smacked the back of Chanyeol’s head. He winced in pain. “Goddammit, yes, I was crying you bag…If you ever try anything like this ever again, I’ll ing kill you myself!”

Chanyeol felt a blush of shame at his own weakness. “Sehun, I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Quit ing apologizing.”

“Sehun, thank you,” interjected Baekhyun. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for us. You’ve been through a lot too.”

“Yeah, well I need you guys to get your together. You’re going to give me an aneurism, I swear. Speaking of,” he gestured over his shoulder,” I think these doctors are about to blow a gasket.”

Chanyeol looked up and groaned at the doctors waiting and glaring menacingly at his friend’s back. “What did you do?”

“Well I can’t be entirely sure, but picking up and running off with a newly awakened coma patient could potentially be a form of second-degree kidnapping.” He shrugged casually and Baekhyun gasped loudly, they both turned towards him.

“C-coma!?”

Chanyeol lovingly and softly Baekhyun’s hair, letting his fingers linger down his jawline. “Don’t worry, let’s get you back downstairs and I’ll explain everything.”

Baekhyun’s eyes remained wide but he nodded and acquiesced.

Chanyeol stood and pulled an unsteady Baekhyun to his feet. When his knees shook he ducked under them and scooped him up in his arms. Baekhyun let out a little airy breath and the doctors rushed over to the two, attempting to take him. But neither would let them do that. Baekhyun clung to his arms and Chanyeol could barely take his eyes off him.

Baekhyun let one hand run through Chanyeol’s hair, “You did dye it black.”

They trudged down the stairs, the doctors encircling them and fussing over their patient. Sehun followed closely behind them and rolled his eyes. “Sure you get the easy part. You get to carry him down the stairs.”

When they arrived back in Baekhyun’s room, Chanyeol let go of Baekhyun’s hand for only a few moments to make a few phone calls as the doctors fussed over him.

When he returned the doctors were speaking to him in hushed and calming tones, explaining that he’d been asleep for the past seven months. All Baekhyun could do was gape openly in utter disbelief. Chanyeol squeezed his hand to reassure him and he turned towards him with bright eyes.

“Now, you’ve been asleep for so long, you might notice that some simple tasks are hard to do. For sure, you’ll have to undergo a few weeks of physical therapy.  But it’s important that you don’t get frustrated and stick closely to your regiment. In time you should regain all of your lost skills. We’ll watch over you a few weeks longer but your vitals seem stable and your reflexes are surprisingly excellent. We hope you’ll be discharged soon.”

The doctor with the circular lenses nodded to them and exited the room. By that time, dawn was already breaking through the windows and Sehun was snoring softly in the singular chair. Chanyeol gently shook him awake.

“You should go on home now and sleep. You’ve done enough. You deserve to sleep the rest of the day.”

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