February, 28, 2015 (50 days before death).

When Luhan wakes he is lying on his bed. Most of his clothing has been removed, aside from his underwear, and replaced with his pajamas. He tries moving, but it feels as if his body is being weighed down by a truck. The last thing he remembers is escaping Minseok, but he still feels as though he's not yet out of danger. He tries to sit up with all of the strength he has, but a hand halts him.

“Take it easy. This website says you shouldn't be moving around for another 24 hours.” Sehun is sitting in a chair beside Luhan's bed; Luhan's laptop is propped on his crossed leg.

“H-how?” It's all he can manage to croak out. His throat is soar and hoarse.

“Minseok put something in your coffee. Thankfully, not cyanide. Well, I guess Drain-o isn't a good substitute either. He was really planning to put you under. The one sip you did drink should have killed you.”

“I'm...”

“No, you're not dead. I uh...intervened.”

“Intervened?”

“Do you remember getting called to upper class-man's hall? Yeah, that was me. I saw your exchange with Minseok and acted as fast as I could. I caught you before you fell and hurt yourself. Then, I got you back here as fast as I could and made you puke that junk up before it could really do any damage. Spaghetti for lunch yesterday, huh?” Luhan ignores the joke Sehun made about having to physically make him purge, and lifts his shirt to check for bruises that would surely be there if Sehun had the energy to do all that he's done.

“No need to check. You're A-OK. No bruises or scratches.”

“How?” Sehun doesn't look at Luhan, but he runs his fingers through Luhan's hair.

“Remember when I told you that some ghosts get their energy from anger?”

“Yes...”

“Well. I'm angry. Now that I'm stronger, I'm going for Minseok's ing head.”

March, 1, 2015 (49 days before death).

Sehun makes sure that Luhan doesn't move the entire