Kai was sleeping when Chanyeol's constant babble brought him back to life again. Lush spring grass dissolved and daisies withered, all melding into the white tiles of the hospital and the yellow plastic of his flowers. He couldn't help but sigh, with this sight to wake up to. The bars on the windows, bleach riding up his nose....   What didn't this place share with a prison description?   "Kai. I'm going to go stir crazy." "You think you are, pfft." "Let's do something" "Like what Chanyeol, we're not supposed to leave the ward, hell not even our room and if you so much as suggest that I play scrabble with you again..." "That's never stopped you before.... Not being allowed to go out... " "It is now."   With a irritated huff and a hesitant run of his hand through his hair, Chanyeol's lips fell into a pout before he did anything. But what he did do?The purpose was certain, he was out of bed in all of ten seconds and moving across the floor. White cotton hung too short on lanky limbs and he hastily dragged Kai's chair over to beside his bed. "Get in" he all but demanded, crossing his arms across his chest; Kai just narrowed his eyes. "Fine then bean pole."   Before any resistance could be made, the drip was pulled from its hand driven needle and Kai was screaming, all while being balanced between the two damaged but sturdy beams of Chanyeol's arms, he clung around the others neck, fearing for his life.   Chanyeol placed him in his chair and moved him away from his bed, a very smug smile on his face. "Wanna come now" "You moron..." "Is that a yes?" "That's a no, because what are you gonna do next, drag me to the kitchen and dump me in a mincer?" "....there's a kitchen?"   This question completely stunned Kai, and skilfully spinning himself around he side eyed Chanyeol, kinda confused. "Y