bite me | markhyuck

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— Chapter Thirteen —

Time had become a concept, not reality. Nothing felt real anymore as Donghyuck fully got to feel the consequences of getting a deep cut in your stomach area. He couldn't move, feeling a fever come and go. He was dehydrated and his throat was incredibly dry so when he woke up due to his bad condition as well as Mark making some noise in the kitchen, he let out a low croak of pain.

Mark turned, face cold at first but then it turned worried as he saw Donghyuck, face stained with silent tears. Mark hurried over, biting his lip.

"Water please." Donghyuck muttered out, voice weak as his throat felt as dry as a desert. Mark immediately went up to get it and Donghyuck wished that the man had been this compliant the whole time. Apparently it took Donghyuck's near death experience to ground Mark who was now helping Donghyuck sit up.

"Shit, you're sweating all over the couch." he cursed and even in his delirium of pain Donghyuck rolled his eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about your couch right now." he mumbled as he felt Mark's cold hand push against his lower back to keep him upright. The man sighed, saying "Don't speak, just drink or else I will just leave you here."

"I doubt that." Donghyuck croaked out but nonetheless swallowed obediently when Mark raised the glass of cold water to his lips. It was sloppy, some of the water spilling onto Donghyuck's bare chest but the rest of it he needing drank up. The water did wonders, making him not only feel more awake but also a lot cooler. He wondered just how high his fever was if just a single glass of water could help him that much.

"Better now?" Mark asked. Donghyuck nodded, trying his best to not focus on the way the older man's hand soothingly rubbed over his spine, his fingers gently touching Donghyuck so softly.

"Another glass?" Donghyuck requested, only partly because he was thirsty. The other half of him really needed Mark to go because Donghyuck knew that this proximity between them was just not good. No good things happened when the two were physically close. Either they fought or...

Mark rose back to his feet, getting another glass of water and Donghyuck weakly leaned back against the couch. The leather was so cold but not in the way Mark's hand was. The latter had been comforting still while the latter was just hard and uncomfortable.

For the second time, Mark came back and raised the glass to Donghyuck's lips. The young man just opened his mouth, swallowing accordingly when he felt the water run down his throat. He was aware of the way this situation must look to outsiders but there were none so he didn't care. Hell, the only outsiders anywhere around here were the zombies that wanted to kill them, had tried to several times as well.

When the second glass was empty, Donghyuck finally managed to sit up on his own. He noticed that Mark kept his hand on his back still, but wouldn't complain. Donghyuck's eyes fell to his own wound which was still patched up with white bandages. Except they weren't all that white anymore at some spots. Mark seemed to have followed his eyes as he whispered "We should change it."

"Do we have to?" Donghyuck whined, not wanting to go through the same pain from a few hours ago. Mark just swallowed heavily, gulping as he looked up to Donghyuck.

"I'm afraid we will. I wish I had some pain drugs I could take you out with."

"Whoa there, we're moving a little too fast." Donghyuck tried to joke and it actually made Mark chuckle. It was a deep, airy sound that for some reason made Donghyuck's body feel only hotter. He hated himself for the fact that he could be literally in the most pain he had ever been in his life but still his body would react like this to a semi-attractive man.