Sungmin had dreams. Lost in haze, drowning in fog, the images were unclear and he felt himself suffocating. Sungmin heard whispers. Unfamiliar voices that floated through his dreams and invaded his senses. Sungmin dreamt that he was running for his life and there was no one to save him; but that was alright, Sungmin always took care of himself, he could manage alone. Waves of nausea swept over him and pain stole his breath away. Sungmin grit his teeth, he was determined to get through it and then he was thrown an unexpected lifeline. A husky voice whispered his name, warm caresses touched his skin, and Sungmin felt the pain ebb away.   He saw shadows loom over him, but he couldn't be sure if they were real or hallucinations. He felt someone brush the hair away from his forehead and hold water up to his parched lips. He felt a cool towel pat down his burning skin. Sungmin shifted in his sleep and hissed when he felt stabbing pains in his chest, then someone lifted him up into a sitting position and propped pillows behind his back. He was able to breathe with ease and he felt like he was bathed in a warm glow, something soft and gentle. Sungmin hadn't felt this safe and secure for a very long time, it was a feeling he hadn't been able to define for a long time. It felt like happiness.  Sungmin snorted in derision, he was feeling way too sentimental for an assassin. He was going soft and something like that could get him killed. Sungmin briefly wondered if he was in fact, dead, because nothing made sense. Especially not the conflicting feelings cluttering his heart.    Soft rays of light seeped through the sheer, white curtains draped over distressed french doors. A gentle breeze floated through open window panes and teased Sungmin's skin. The injured assassin's eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar surroundings. The room was bare except for the bed and one nightstand. He was propped up by half a dozen plush pillows that had been arranged around him like and armchair so that he could sleep in a semi-upright position. Sungmin pushed himself into a full upright sitting position with a grimace, his ribs creaked in protest. He was topless, his bare chest was carefully bandaged, and he was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low against his hips. Sungmin's lips quirked up in a bemused smile, it seemed like someone had decided to nurse him back to health.   He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly. He was still suffering from a bit of a headache that made him a little dizzy. There was a glass of water on the nightstand and a damp washcloth that was hanging neatly along the edge of a red wash bin. Someone had been caring for him quite diligently. His clothes had been washed and left in a neatly folded pile on a wooden chair placed at the foot of the bed. Sungmin frowned thoughtfully and wondered where his gun and cellphone were. He wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, but he was certain that he needed to contact headquarters to let them know that he had survived, even though he hadn't made it to any of their safe houses.    Sungmin rubbed the sleep from his eyes, emptied out the glass of water into the wash basin, and wrapped the glass in the washcloth before shattering it against the nightstand with a dull crack. He may be alive, but he couldn't be sure that he wasn't a prisoner of someone with hostile intentions. The assassin unwrapped the broken glass and picked up a large shard with a wicked edge. Weapon, check. He ripped up the edge of  a bed sheet and wrapped some strips around his right hand before palming the piece of glass securely. Sungmin approached the french doors stealthily, his bare toes digging into the cold, wood floor. He brushed aside the curtains and took a peek outside. The doors opened up to a small balcony and a fire escape. He was three floors up in the warehouse district, the place must be remodeled from a trendy industrial-style loft. The streets were quiet, small saplings had been planted along the sidewalks to try and make the old warehouses look more residential. Several of the buildings had colorful murals splashe