The boys thought that what had happened in New York was bad. No, that was a walk in the park compared to this. If Chanhee hadn't tired himself out from all his screaming, there was no way he would have stepped foot out of the hospital. 

"He's gone insane. Insane." Changhyun muttered, a hand over his eyes. Things were the worst they have ever been. Sure, the boys were affected greatly by this sudden news that Byunghun was in a coma. Byunghun was their best friend, their best friend who had lost so much light and happiness since that day he first got attacked. Changhyun had been watching Byunghun closely, worried that Byunghun might fall into some sort of depression. But, it was really Chanhee that he should have been worried about. 

Yes, Changhyun was heartbroken. He was on the brink of his losing his first love, even if it was one sided, his best friend. The first one that treated him with a warmness he didn't know he deserved. Byunghun always took care of Changhyun, and in doing so, never asked for anything in return. But Changhyun had hope. There was no being cruel enough to take Byunghun away from this Earth…

His hope faltered after seeing Chanhee's condition. Chanhee was breaking apart, physically and emotionally. He was always crying. There was no life to him at all. He was just a walking, breathing robot. Nothing could evoke emotion out of him, nothing but Byunghun.

Chanhee went to see him everyday. Sometimes, he wouldn't return home in the evenings. Woohyun had asked the nurses that were taking care of Byunghun to let Chanhee stay there for as long as he wished. They could separate Chanhee from Byunghun, try to take him out of the room for a breather, but Chanhee was always anxious and terrified when he wasn't by Byunghun's side. He was so paranoid that Byunghun would wake up with no one around. He didn't want Byunghun to feel alone, not for a single moment. Chanhee didn't know that if anything, he was the one that was bringing loneliness to himself. 

Nobody knew if Chanhee was even eating. If he was taking care of himself. He was so fixated on Byunghun that his mind wasn't functioning properly--and this, even the nurses could tell. The nurses told Woohyun that they also took care of Chanhee as much as they could. But he hated being touched by them. He didn't want them around Byunghun, claiming that he could take care of the boy himself. 

It was just a lonely afternoon at the hospital. Chanhee ditched his other schedules and appointments. There was no time to waste on those, when Byunghun was here. Chanhee remembered exactly how long it had been since he first saw Byunghun in this condition: a full 14 days. But his hope remained strong. He prayed everyday, to anyone really, someone that could bring Byunghun back. It was by Byunghun's side did Chanhee truly come to appreciate all the times they had together. Even all the fights they had. Every interactions they had. Every time Chanhee could look into Byunghun's eyes and see a spark of life hidden in his brown orbs. 

He saw this on drama's all the time; a lover in a coma, and another by their side. Writing letters. Talking to them. He never understood the pain and agony until now. He doubted even the actors understood how horrifying and completely unbearable it was to watch the person you loved, the person you were in love you, fighting with death every single breath they took, everyone second of every day. 

The pen in his hand trembled as he tried not to cry. He couldn't smudge the paper. He had to write Byunghun, that was the only way he could release his feelings. 

Byung,

It's been two weeks. 

Two full weeks without you. I mean, you're here but…it feels like I'm farther away from you than I've ever felt. 

Sometimes, it's hard to even breath. Sometimes, the pain gets so bad I feel like getting rid of it myself. But I know I can't do that. I can't not be there when you recover, when you wake up. I want to be there for you every step of the way. 

It's so hard without you Byung…Everytime I'm here, in his hospital room, every time I hear the heart-rate monitor produce those steady beats, I grow worried. I grow worried that one day, they'll just stop. I worry that just one day, you'll stop fighting. You can't ever stop, Byunghun. Please, don't ever stop fighting. We're all waiting for you to come back. We're here for you, on the sidelines. We're an arms length away, you can't stop fighting. You have to keep going. You can do this. You can fight this, and you'll come out of it alive. You're strong. You've always protected me; now it's my turn to protect you from everything I can. But I can't do this on my own, you have to pull your weight, okay? 

I know it's hard. But you can't give up. Don't give up, knowing that I won't either. I'm going to be here every single day you're in comatose. I won't leave your side. 

I love you. And God forbid…no matter what happens, that'll never change. You're the only one. You're my only one. I love you so much, Byunghun. 

The nurses here probably think I'm crazy. Hell, even the guys probably think I'm crazy. I haven't eaten in God knows how long. But how can I eat when you can't? How can I eat, how can I give in to that kind of everyday pleasure that you've been denied of? I can't do it. If you're suffering, I'll suffer with you. I won't let you be alone in this. I won't ever abandon you. 

I'm fighting for you with everything I have..Please don't stop fighting for me. 

I love you. 

I miss you. 

*****

"He's recovering well, and at a very healthy rate. There doesn't seem to be any problems, his heart's working just fine, and there's no organ failure. I'd say he's on a good route to recovery. It must be your presence, Chanhee-ssi." The doctor smiled, writing a few things on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. 

"If he's recovering, why isn't he waking up? Why won't he wake up?" Chanhee demanded, a harsh edge to his tone. The doctor always said that Byunghun was recovering well, but he still hasn't awoken. That wasn't how it was supposed to work! 

The doctor still had that genuine smile on his face, placing a light hand on Chanhee's shoulder. "Byunghun is healing well, but there was an incredible amount of damage to his body. He suffered from lack of oxygen for too long of a period, because his ribs were almost piercing his heart. Those things take a while to heal. All the while, the brain is functioning at it's lowest level at a coma, so the healing process might take a while. Rest assured, we're doing everything in our power to revive him, and we will not give up." 

The same words Chanhee heard the last time. He just nodded, tired of keeping up a conversation. He just wanted Byunghun to get better. "Now, we're going to run some preliminary tests on him, so if all of you could--" 

The doctor stopped. The slow, steady beeping that signalled that Byunghun's body was on shut down mode had quickened. Not enough for an emergency call, but almost…like that of a normal, healthy human being. The doctor examined Byunghun's body quickly, looking for an indicator for the sudden increase in tempo. All he saw was Chanhee's hands, clutching one of Byunghun's own. 

His eyes widened. "Unbelieveable…" 

Woohyun was frenzied. "What's going on? What's wrong with him?!" 

The doctor was still in a bit of a daze, straightening his coat. "I believe…I believe that Byunghun is reacting to outside stimuli…" 

"Huh? Sir, seriously--" 

"Byunghun-ssi's body is reacting to Chanhee-ssi's touch…He recognized it, his body is reacting to it. If he's reacting to the outside environment then that must mean…" 

The doctor immediately exited the room, taking the nurses with him, and leaving group of dumbfounded, silent boys behind.