The consistent beeping of the moniter was almost soothing now in Mir's ears. The consistant movements of the IV drip were something steady he could hold on to in this wreckage of a whirlwind that he had been plunged into.

He wanted his normal back.

Carefully moving the wires on his arm, he propped himself up in the bed, staring out of the window at the midnight blue sky. The clock read 3:47am. But Mir wasn't tired. He would rather lose sleep than go through the nightmares again, every detail of the accident so clear in his mind, the screech of the tires, and searing heat of the flames, the horrible, metallic smell of the blood ...

"Cheolyong?" A familiar sleepy voice from across the room. "Byunghee hyung."

"You awake?"

"No, I'm sleeptalking," he said back jokingly. But even to him, his voice sounded flat and dull in his ears. He heard a sigh and the shifting of covers. "Can't sleep?"

"M-hm." Mir turned and watched as the dark figure slipped silently off their bed and padded across to his own bedside in a few small strides. Mir felt the blankets shift and a second later, he blinked up at Byunghee's face, illuminated by the soft light of the moon.

It was silence for a while ... but it was a comfortable silence - if not for the thoughts that he knew were in both of their minds.

"Seungho hyung, he's ... he's finished the operation?" Mir asked quietly. Byunghee nodded, then added hesitantly, "He's sleeping, and his vital signs are apparently okay most the time, but ... they won't know for sure whether he's okay until he wakes up." Pause. "If he wakes up, they say."

"Hyung will wake up." Mir's voice was still quiet, but strong nontheless. "He will wake up, tomorrow."

"We can tell him off for getting himself injured once he wakes up, then, ne?" Mir could just make out the outline of Byunghee's smile in the near-dark. "Okay."

"You want me to sing you to sleep then?" It was said in a rather joking manner. But he meant it. Mir knew, and he nodded in response, sliding back under the blankets and pulling them up to his chin as he closed his eyes, straining to take all the comfort and peace he could find from the familar voice besides him.

Ten minutes later, he was asleep.

Staring down at the sleeping maknae, Byunghee sighed, a smile ghosting over his lips as he reached out and moved Mir's hair out of his eyes. Raising his head, he stared at the door, through the glass walls, to the door a few doors down the corridor. Seungho's room.

Byunghee hated seeing that sign over the door, reading "Critical condition - permission required". It was Seungho. He knew that Seungho wouldn't leave them. Not like ... He shook his head. They're not in the picture any more. Don't think of them.

But Seungho wouldn't leave them. Ever.

The blinking red light on the door stared back at him, taunting him. The black letters on the sign loomed in front of his eyes, uncomfortably peircing.

He wouldn't leave them.

He wouldn't, right?

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A/N: I'm back. Because ira_93 said she wanted more. And I've been gone for a looooooong time. Mianhe >.<

Short little chapter. I might write Seungho waking up in the next chapter, or I might not. Hehe ^^

Comment tell ne what you think ^^