♡ bombameme ♡ ([personal profile] exomeme) wrote2014-07-10 12:24 pm

part two hundred and fourteen

      


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Re: wc!au: team sehun [c]

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Re: wc!au: team sehun [c]

(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The days blend together until he couldn't differentiate yesterday and tomorrow. It all felt the same. A dull grey feeling, a muted silence in the depths of his heart. He wakes up gasping, tangled in the sheets but when he looks out the window, the sky is still dark, the stars twinkling faintly, the moon smiling ominously down at him. He thinks of throwing something at the window, shatter it, break it but he just screams silently, clawing at himself, lashing out and breaking the lamp and the glass of water on the bedside table.

The door bursts open and they rush in. Nurses in white, their hair neatly pinned up and into their caps.

"It's alright," he hears it repeated over and over again and, oh, sweet bliss from the needle that slips under his skin.

He feels fingertips dancing across his cheek as he slumps, an arm supporting him as they ease him back down on to the bed. Their murmuring words that mean nothing to him. Soft hushes

"I can't believe that that child did this," whispers one of them as he clings on to the last threads of consciousness.

"This is why we shouldn't let outsiders become nin in our village," continues another.

"That W-"

The door shuts.

He wakes up to another day, just as gray.

Some days, Baekhyun is there when he wakes up. At those times, the sky outside is blue, cottony white clouds drifting with the wind.

Baekhyun is usually napping when he's there. Legs and arms crossed, eyes closed as his head droops down a little. He reaches out and tugs at his sleeve. Baekhyun wakes up slowly. He opens his mouth to say something (a greeting? Baekhyunnie? Byunbaek?) but nothing comes out and, oh, he remembers as he touches the bandages on this throat gingerly.

"You're finally awake you idiot. You keep sleeping like this and the world will pass by before you know it," says Baekhyun as he pulls his hand away and twines their fingers together.