“Please, please, please let him be alright.” I panted, my hands trembling so hard, my heart pounding so hard. I forgot all about the texts I’ve been getting from Mark and Kai and had rushed down, even forgetting my coat which was a vital part of my outfit due to the cold weather. I arrived to the hospital, my knees knocking against each other as I got off the taxi, my hands rubbing against each other to draw heat before I was bombarded with camera’s and people who had finally recognized who I was. I didn’t need this, and I kept my head down as guards began to swarm over me to keep the reporters away. I hoped no information was disclosed, my hands gripping my bag before I found myself inside the hospital.    “_______! You’re here!” My manager managed to say and I whipped my head around to see that he had a bandage around his head. He had his arm in a cast and I nodded at him, my footsteps becoming faster as I approached him.    “W-where is he?” I managed to choke out. Why was my manager here and Zen not? How bad was the accident? Which side of the car had the most damage? Questions flooded my mind and my eyes darted back and forth, wishing he would answer me.    “He’s in operation.”    Calm down, _______. This isn’t like you to panic. You’re always so composed, always so stoic, always so calm. You’re not one to jump to conclusions.   “Will anything happen to him?” I asked, my fingers instinctively crossing, something I did since I was young.   “I don’t know.”    “What do you mean?”    “A piece of glass went through his throat when the car hit the passengers side. But the doctors said he’ll survive... I don’t know about his career.”   My face went cold and it wasn’t long before I felt a trickle of water leave my eyes. It was gratefulness that he would survive mixed with pain with the realization that Zen may not be able to do what he loved anymore   ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________   It has been three days that I haven’t spoken to any one. My time was spent sitting by Zen’s bedside, my eyes focused on the clock most of the time, hoping he would wake up. I needed my partner, my best friend, the one person I needed by my side. A sudden vibration made me reach into my bag and I picked up my cellphone just to see a bunch of notifications, my hands shaking when I saw the number- Mark. I felt bad for ignoring him, he didn’t deserve it. But I was so used of going back into my shell when I felt scared and that was what I was doing.    Mark: I know you’ve disappeared, and because you’re not answering I keep thinking that it’s because I confessed. Please don’t make me regret confessing.  Mark: I know you’re going through a hard time because of Zen but... won’t you at least me tell me you’re okay?    I stared at the text, my lips pultruding as I bit it, thinking hard. My eyes flickered and my brows tightened into a frown, the sudden feeling of guilt making me sigh. Whatever I was doing was totally selfish, but an introvert like I was made it hard to socialize when I was overcome with worry. Making up my mind, I texted him back, my fingers moving swiftly over my phone screen.    Me: I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.    Way to go,_______! Way to make it sound even more robotic and nonchalant. I reluctantly pressed an emoticon and was about to send it when Mark texted back and his message popped up on top of the screen.    Mark: You’re welcome... May I come in?    I frowned, my concern over the text turning into confusion. I stood up, tugging my sleeves down before turning to the door of the hospital room. It was a private ward, and there were nurses in the general area of the ward to make sure no one could come in without a proper access card. What did he mean ‘may I come in’? Was he in front of my apartment? Mark didn’t know what floor I was in though... and I wasn’t home. I haven’t been home in awhile, preferring to stay with Zen.    Me: What do you mean?   I texted him back and right when I sent it to him, a knock sounded. By surprise I dropped my phone and almost stepped on it. Finally gaining my senses, I picked up the phone and walked to the door. I pulled the door open and was faced by Mark’s pale face, a basket of fruits in one hand and his phone in his other.    “Hey.” He spoke and I couldn’t help but smile, giving him a polite nod.  “Hey.” I replied, stepping away from the door to let him in.  “I gave them an autograph.” He spoke, referring to the nurses. “That’s why they let me come in.”    “I see.” I answered and when he stepped in, he walked s