Baekhyun saw Yixing freeze from where he lay in the bed. His heart was still bleeding from his own words, and it was weird to be kissed by a different pair of lips in front of Yixing. In that moment the reality of everything crashed onto him and he slammed his eyelids shut to keep the tears from falling out.

The damage was done. Yixing would hate him now.

He’d lost him, even in the last few months of his life.

The sound of feet stumbling towards the door was deafening. The handle was turned, then an ear-splitting click as the door closed behind Yixing. Baekhyun shoved Chanyeol away from his face weakly. Roughly, he swiped the back of his hand against his lips. “Get me out,” he said quietly. “I want to go back.”

Chanyeol opened his mouth, about to protest, but Baekhyun gave him a look that stopped the words in their tracks.

“Let me live a little, will you.”

He wasn’t prepared for what he would be facing back in their dorm, but he knew he didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer. It was too suffocating, too quiet, too peaceful. He needed something to distract him from the pain that was inside.