OO.  Baekhyun

Everything ached, his joints screamed in fire.

Red faces, red syringes, crimson blood.

White walls, white sheets, pale skin.

Stiff beds, iron rails, cold hands.

The cold hands pin him down,

The pain never stopped.

Bright lights tore into his skin,

Ripping and tearing, gnarly teeth ripping into him.

The teeth, red and gnarly.

He wants it to stop.

Please, make it stop.

Chanyeol?