Don't Scream
They tell me to stay away
I guess I found a place to stay. When I forced my eyes open. I saw the white door and the small square window in it. Mir was curled up in a ball on the cold tiled floor and his noona, curled up
in a small armchair. -Sigh- I knew where I was. From all the times Seungho had drank too much and needed his stomach pumped or he was dehydrated. His name still made me to my stomach and I threw up in the bucket next to my hospital bed. My body felt heavy as I dragged myself to the small bathroom to brush my teeth and access the damages to my face. Well my eyes are swollen, from crying. I had a purple bruise under my left eyes and my lip, I guess someone had stitched it up for me while I was out. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before getting back into bed. Don't cry anymore, I can't cry anymore. I checked the time on my dying cell phone. "only 4am thats weird. I sat back on my pillow, tried to squeeze my eyes closed but with no luck. Now that I was concious I could feel how cold the room was, but even worse how alone in the world I was.
Plus my feet and ankles were dangling off the end of my bed. Being tall, not awesome once again...
-Another sigh because i'm full of them-
The busy hospital outside my door went silent for a while. It was eerie amd concerning to me especially when the door to my room slowly cracked open.
That black hair, the muscular arms, those pouty pink lips and those intense eyes were slowly coming toward me. My mouth opened but I couldn't say anything. "Don't panic" he said, his eyes wide and his hand over my mouth. I nodded in agreement and he removed his hand from my face. He kneeled next my bed. "I see they stitched you up pretty well." Joon's arm reached out as he put his first two fingers over my bottom lips. His touch again made my body shiver. Something about him was dangerous and something me loved it. I bit my lip. "Don't do that it'll ruin the stitches." His voice, for a stranger, sounded oddly caring. "I'm sorry I put the pressure of my hand on it earlier I just didn't want you to scream." He soothed. I probably looked a lot like an owl just sitting there speechless and doubting his prescence. Or maybe more like a sloth though my eyes were wide they were also puffy and swollen from crying. I was a tall owl-sloth. Mute. "He took my hand firmly and squeezed it. "Please, really stay away from Pandora, I don't you well but there are people that could try and hurt you because me. I don't want that." He squeezed my hand again never breaking his intense eye contact. I nodded. He pulled his legs from beneath him and stood up. Why was he leaning into me? Why was he so close to my face? In an instant his soft pink lips grazed over mine and quickly pulled away. "Open your mouth." He demanded abruptly. Because I failed to react fast enough for him, he used his hand and put pressure on my cheeks causing my jaw to open.
He pulled a vile of a red liquid from his pocket and poured it in mouth. "Swallow it, you'll feel better." He assured. With a hard gulp it was down. My eye lids began to feel very heavy and my body felt numb. He said one more thing that I couldn't hear before putting an envelope under pillow and my hair back. My head fell back to the pillow as my eyes rolled back. I was down for the count.....
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