Recovery
Pain behind a songhello guyssssss sorry for not updatig in a long time and I promise to try and keep updating soon.
I know I take long but I'll try to make it quick and the best I can
love ya lots!
PS this chapter is from sehun's point of view
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'"I want to be happy again hyungs, but that doesn't come so easily. But I want to dream I can, that I can be happy with you guys."
I woke up when a ray of light hit my face. I twisted and turned, and felt something fluffy. It was so warm, so soft, I didn't want to get up but I still forced myself to. Suddenly I realized something, last night the last thing I felt was the hard ground and the cold air. I thought I was outside, but how was it that now I was in bed? What happened. I got up and walked across the room, today felt differen.t I wasn't as sore and hurt as I was before. I started thinking about my life, when the door suddenly opened. I saw all my hyungs walking in, but they all looked so tired and pained. I wanted to tell them that I was fine, and that they didn't have to worry. But they didn't seem to notice me, so I called out to them.
"Hyungs! Hyungs! It's me Sehun!" I yelled. But no one them seemed to notice me. I wanted to ask them why they were ignoring me, were they mad at me? I reached to out pull Suho hyung's arm, but as soon as I did something weird happened.
My arm went right through his. I wanted to scream and ask someone what happened, but I closed my mouth as soon as I heard Luhan hyung talking.
"Sehun-ah, why. Why did this have to happen to you, it was suppose to be use twelve forever. Why didn't you tell us," Luhan hyung said.
Who is he talking to? I'm right here. I looked in their direction, and as soon as I saw what happened my eyes widened. There I was eye closed, skin pale, and a bunch of medical wire hooked to me. I was attached to the heart beat machine, and had a oxygen mask on my mouth. That wasn't me, I'm right here, Next you you Luhan hyung.
"Hyung, what happens if he doesn't wake up," said Chanyeol hyung. I looked at him weirdly, I was awake, alive, next to all the hyungs, just look at me.
"Yeah hyungs, our poor Sehun. What happens if he doesn't wake up from his coma. He was hurt from all the blood he lost, he was tired from the dance and singing practice we had to do, and he almost died out there from the cold last night. I can't help but worry about him," said Baekhyun hyung.
Ah, so that's what happened. Now the tables turned, I could only watch my hyungs wallow in guilt, and suffer over worrying about me.
"Hyungs, hyungs, hyungs! Look at me! I'm fine, please hyungs, don't blame yourselves," I said. But was I really fine? Maybe it would be better like this, maybe I should go. I won't worry my hyungs anymore, and I don't have to deal with the hate. I was just so tired. Tired of trying and falling down, tired of hoping and getting hurt, tired of listening and only earning pain, tired of trying to improved, and only becoming more monstrous. Maybe this was how it was suppose to be.
"Yah! Yah! Sehun what's wrong! Someone get the doctor his pulse is dramatically dropping," Lay hyung said. For the n
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