The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

29: Blame

Wei Wuxian was transferred to the biggest hospital in Beijing as soon as he had been brought back from the dead.

Lan Wangji, Wen Ning and Jiang Cheng clustered around his hospital bed night 'til day. Hours turned into a full day and the cheeky heir with a bunny smile remained limply lying in bed, in coma.

Countless medical equipments were hooked on him. Some medications were dripping in to keep him stable, the breathing machine took over his breaths and the beeping monitors reassure that he is still alive although barely.

For how long would he stay in this state? God forbids, but even the best doctors in China can only shake their heads unable to tell his fate.

Wangji was livid.

'My death is my own will. I'd rather end this miserable existence than lead a purposeless, meaningless and lonely life. This is my cowardly choice and I regret none of it.'

Wuxian's hand written suicide note echoes in Wangji's mind. He knew Wuxian could play with words, redirect the scenes the way he wanted it to be. Thus, Wangji remained skeptical about the writer's suicide attempt.

And the man in black at the balcony of Wuxian's room, that wouldn't be explained by any of Wuxian's reasonings.

The stress that the young detective has been going through was definitely devastating. Justice for him is a must and he knew he has to act and do something, especially for the man he loves.

The jolt of adrenaline propelled Wangji to whisk Officer Cheng off that suffocating hospital room. He just couldn't drop the possibility that someone had harmed and tried to kill his Wei Ying.

He argued and persevered, wanting for a victimless prosecution to happen. But Cheng remained adamant grimly repeating that it was a case closed. A suicide. There was no trace, no witness, no suspect, neither a tangible motive, he had firmly said.

"What could explain the previous car accident then? The stalker case?!" Wangji supplied. "We have a suspect! Wei Ying knew of him! He was protecting him!" The young detective contested fiercely.

Cheng gave a soft pat on Wangji's shoulder. A gentle reminder that even if Wangji's presumption was true, in that territory, a Wei's words and orders are absolute final. "It has been a very emotional phase for us, especially for you Detective Lan. I don't know how to answer any of your queries, but I can't support you with this all-out madness either. Wei Ying is in that bed, unconscious, with an uncertain fate, and the higher ups have decided about the matter. With both, you and I can't go against them."

Wangji did not know how many minutes he had been alone, staring blankly in the empty fire exit at the fifth floor. His legs were numb from not moving since Officer Cheng left, finally he slumped against the wall and bashed the concrete with his fist.

Pain. He might have broken his knuckle but the pain in his chest still gnaws more painfully than his hand. It became clear as day to him, way clearer and more certain, he loves the man on that hospital bed despite all the lies, tricks and heartaches.

Wangji lamented and let his emotions run freely. He cried kneeling like a child then bending over to put his head against the rough pavement in that solitary vacant stairway. His pieces were falling in the form of his tears and an agonising growl of despair came out relatively crude.

This was his hurt. This was his sadness and guilt. This was a man in an immense loss, hoping he could redo the clock and erase his mistakes.

If he can, he would have hugged his Wei Ying instead of arguing with him. He would have poured him with sweet-hungry kisses instead of telling him his hate. He should've stayed with his beloved like the promise of eternity he had once told him. He shouldn't have left.

Wangji regrets, emotions stirred in intansigent 'only ifs' and 'I should have's'.

"It hurts, Wei Ying." He muttered crying pitifully, heartily, woefully. "Please wake up."

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Body shivering, Lan Xi Chen's legs gave way and he helplessly kneeled, behind the door of the fire exit. His eyes were crying buckets and he had to grab his mouth to muffle his cries of remorse.

The older Lan was steeped with guilt, conscience caught up to him. He was mortified of what he did, but the uncomfortable shame came a bit too late. The sin was manifested, the act was done, a man is at the brink of death, and his precious brother whom he love the most in this world was suffering because of his deplorable deed.

He heard all of his little brother's pain and it was all because of him: his greed for unduly vengeance. He stopped asking himself if what he did was wrong. He had taken it in fully, accepting his fault. 'I'm sorry, Wangji. I regret what I have done yet I cannot undo my crime.'

Both brothers poured their hearts out until their tears dried up and invisible rare tear marks were left on their faces. Their noses were reddened and eyes bloodshot against the fairest of white the Lan's skin has always been.

Wangji exhaustedly opened the door to come back to his Wei Ying's side when he saw a figure standing on his front. He slowly looked up and was surprised to see his brother looking as wrecked as him. He was about to greet him when Xi Chen hauled him fast back to Wuxian's room.

Cheng and Ning were alerted by the doctor's presence. Rage both seen in the men's black irises until shock baffled them.

"Brother?" Wangji called confusedly when suddenly Xi Chen kneeled in front of them three, tears again staining his still damp cheeks.

"It was me. I shot him." Xi Chen said looking straight into Wangji's eyes.

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A/N:
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Sorry to disappoint.
I'm currently not inspired to write something heart touching.
I'm too busy and cluttered-head recently.
'Til next time!

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