Headache has never felt this bad.

Well it was hard to fight his headache.

But this one almost feels funny.

Almost.

He didn't aware of the date and time now.

All he knew is that he is laying on this matress/bed, he wasn't sure of yet.

And he can't open his damned eyes.

His head is still spinning, he tried to adjust. 

But it's blinding.

So he moved his hands to signal anyone around him if there's any that as much as he hated it, he is still alive.

Barely.

He felt a pair of hands clutching to his hands.

But he can't hear anything, no words, just cries.

He only feels the wetness on his hands.

He feels hair brushing lightly on the back of his hands.

He clucthed the hands back. 

And the person is keep crying.

I'm sorry, Jiyong wanted to say but he has no power

He kept sending shouting touch to this hands that've been touching him.

Just to make sure that he is okay, at the very least.

And to this person, Jiyong wanted to make sure that this person at least, at the very least could stop crying, whoever he is.

His serotonin is wearing off.

He still felt the throbbing headache.

His eyes are sticky.

His legs felt like jelly.

He felt a lot of pain.

He can't figured it out where.

He end up slipped to sleep again.

Jiyong didn't know that he is so very lucky.

Seunghyun can't stop crying since he stepped his shoes for the first time and Jiyong's intensive care room.

He looks dead.

Jiyong looks so beaten up, wounded, pale and full off white patch covering his wounds.

Doctor said Jiyong has lost so much blood.

It could be worse.

"But this man is strong, he will win." the doctor said while smiling to Seunghyun.

All Seunghyun could think was this is nothing but bull.

Jiyong was definitely tried to kill himself on the road.

He must be speed up way to fast so he fell and injured himself.

Seunghyun wondered whether Jiyong could woke up.

Even if he wake up, will he still be okay?

What if Jiyong lose something?

What of Jiyong lose his sight? or his legs or memories.

Seunghyun couldn't think straight right now.

He's been clouded by negative thinking.

Because Jiyong has been coma for a week now. And he has been here almost everynight.

After college, he is always off and spend the night at Jiyong's room.

Just two of them.

Spend the night together.

One can't stop praying for the best.

The other one is barely breathing.

Seunghyun thought Jiyong might at least have other friends.

Eventhough he didn't make friend that much.

But friends are supossed to come at time like this.

Days spent here, and he hasn't met anyone.

Not yet.

Maybe they came in the morning or earlier, he thought.

The nurses were polite and he felt like Jiyong might want to be friend with this people.

Jiyong is on IV so he got no food to eat, it's not like he can though.

He's unconcious.

One of the nurse gave milk and bread to Seunghyun at one of those night.

Where he drowned him self in self pity and confusing thought.

Sitting next to Jiyong's bed, watching him sleep, caressing his hands, sometimes his hair, and end up sleeping there.

Or on the sofa.

It was bad at first.

Seunghyun hated Jiyong for doing this.

But then he realized this is just another circumstances.

He can't blame Jiyong for this.

He can't keep having negative thoughts.

So instead of wailing he actually took care of Jiyong.

Washing him with washcloth.

Talk to him like he could here.

He's been wanted to kiss Jiyong.

But he knew he shouldn't.

So he talked to him instead.

He was telling stories of the class, said that their classmates are asking about him, said that the lectures were mad, he talked about the lesson, about the assignments, he talked about Jiyong's favourite subject too, painting.

It felt surreal to talk about all the details when the person is actually can't hear .

Some nights, He didn't talk.

He was just sitting there beside the bed.

Watching Jiyong.

Sometimes watching the sky from the window.

He can't stop himself.

He cried until his chest burns.

He has no power over anything so he prayed.

Please save him.

Please save Jiyong.

He can't trust his voice so he wispher.

How he wished Jiyong could wake up and hear this.

You should wake up, Ji.

Please.

I love you.