Philocaly:

*Wonwoo's POV*

Everything inside the hospital glows of white, and I mean everything. 

As expected of it, nurses and doctors are scurrying around the ER.

The hums of the medical equipment are the only sounds that break the silence in the air.

Mingyu lays quietly on a medical gurney as he is being taken somewhere to a room I am not familiar with.

"I apologize sir, but you are not allowed to enter." the soft-spoken nurse gently informs me.

There are dark circles under her eyes and though she looks tired, no signs of irritation are present.

"You may go wait at the waiting room if you please." there's control in her voice. 

"Okay."

She turns around and her footsteps are light and graceful but fast enough that she disappears in just a jiffy.

I take a seat and I scruff my hair anxiously.

Why would he do such a thing?

He caught you kissing a , you .

I didn't mean it, she approached me!

Should have pulled back.

I hope he's okay, I can't imagine losing him, a world without him, he.. is the one I desire, I yearn for. 

No.

I want him back.

I bring my legs closer towards my body hugging them, the darkness collecting in my mind, the warmth ceasing to exist. A cold environment without Mingyu..

I don't want to be stuck in isolation!

Please stay with me.

You are still here aren't you?

Please...

Don't ever go away...

---

A middle-aged man wearing a white coat with a stethoscope wrapped around his neck appears out of the doors holding a clipboard in his hand.

"We were able to bring his condition back to a careful level of stability, but as for now... he is still under a coma due to the large amount of DXM from cough medicine I assume. We are unaware of any other symptoms he may experience when he wakes up. The worst case scenario was indeed death but his dosage did only enough to put him into a coma."

"Is this supposed to be good news?" I ask stupidly.

"Yes, but we have no idea if extreme impairment will occur."

I shudder at the word 'impairment' meaning that he may go through difficulties.

"We'll inform you if anything happens Mr. Jeon." the doctor grins and walks away.

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Mingyu's skin was once tan, skin that was touched and kissed by the sun. But, before me lies a pale, almost lifeless body, that I cannot recognize. 

I hold his hand and warmth ceases to be present, and it's been replaced by stone cold touch of the dead.

But he isn't.

Truthfully I told myself I would fight until he's alive but anything could happen, he may never wake up.

People will be under the impression that I will be saddened by Mingyu's demise, in which I will.

All my life I thought as long as there was one person who understood my situation that...

I would be okay.

Even if that wasn't love. Even if they would never embrace me and save me from the storms.

We had tons in common, Mingyu and I.

We were gullible.

We were clueless.

We were foolish.

We were ugly.

We were imperfect and flawed.

We were lost and didn't know where to go.

We were blind to the light.

We were lost in the small world inside our minds and had no idea who was reality.

Though, when I met him. I broke through and broke free of the grasp, the barrier, keeping me behind.

We became suspicious and aware.

We became beautiful despite our flaws.

We found our way.

We discovered the light.

We met reality and understood.

We were in love.

I just want to rest my hands upon his cheek but my hand holds back and I am brought back to the nostalgic memories of when we first truly touched and discovered each other. 

Every flaw unfolds a new discovered beauty and with each touch he sent an unexplainable surge through my body that no one else could.

But, he here he lays silently, all because of the one mistake that I didn't meant to make.

Oh, how I tried...