I'm Not Moving
Description
Key sat on the swivel chair, reading the strange sounding words bouncing off his screen. Outside, Minho and Jonghyun were probably watching some stupid drama or other on full volume; the sounds of squabbling high-school kids and unnecessary sound effects made their way even through the thick wooden door of the study. The diva tutted in irritation, because the article he was reading had used some pretty difficult words. He pressed his lips in concentration.
In medicine, a coma is a state of unconsciousness, lasting more than six hours in which a person cannot be awakened, fails to respond normally to painful stimuli, light, sound, lacks a normal sleep-wake cycle and does not initiate voluntary actions. A person in a state of coma is described as being comatose.
“… painful stimuli,” he spoke to himself. “Should I slap him, then?” Other thoughts of flashing large LED lights and banging cymbals together danced in his head. He scrunched up his nose at the silliness and scrolled further down the page.
Comas can last from several days to several weeks. In more severe cases a coma may last for over five weeks, while some have lasted as long as several years. After this time, some patients gradually come out of the coma, some progress to a vegetative state, and others die.
Die. Die, die, die… He read the word over and over. Friends and relatives, the voice in his head rasped, we are gathered here today in memory of our beloved friend Lee Jin—
He closed the browser window and pushed his headphones in, trying to drown out the sound of his heart breaking. He tapped his foot to the beat and willed his tears to stay in, silently ordered them to go back into his eye sockets. He bit his lip hard to ignore its trembling. Fists clenched, breathing faster, he closed his eyes and ignored the stray drop rolling down his cheek.
“HYUNG!!” a voice yelled into his ear and pulled at his shirt sleeve. Key raised his head to see Taemin’s face floating in his vision. A strained sob was all he could manage before the maknae pulled him to his midriff and held him there. The earphones fell off but he still heard the lyrics of the song streaming out of them.
“… I’m not moving”
It had been two weeks already.
Foreword
Written for the competiton Only Onew. Thank you eexiee san, for the interesting prompts to select from.
Pairing: OnKey
Song: The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script
Rating: G
Warnings: none
(AFF ate the original story, and I'm not relying on its next-to-non-existant powers of regurgitation. So here it is, again.)
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