MDZS \ The Untamed Oneshots VOL:I

When spring comes (PT.3)

Wen Qing's shoulders shook, silent sobs racketing her small frame, muffled by Wei Ying's cold neck as to not alarm the other's just a room over.

She had succeeded.

She had saved her baby brother, baby in all but age, of course.

She had saved him, and he was at last back in her arms.

Wen Qing kept as quiet as she could as she crawled into the bed, hugging Wei Ying cautiously to her chest as if he were as delicate as a glass chalice. Selfishly, wanting a few minutes to herself with him before inevitably, he spent the next few weeks constantly crowded, but hadn't she earned the right to be selfish? After grieving for so long, hadn't she earned this?

Then again, it was her selfishness that lost her Wei Ying in the first place, her neglect, it had played a part in getting Wei Ying killed.

The doctor sniffled, fingers running through Wei Ying's hair which she had brushed the knots out of like dusting cobwebs, as she hugged him to her chest, "Oh A-Ying..." She croaked, her thumb grazing his defined cheekbone.

"A-Ying..." She whispered again as she hugged him a little closer, her tears washing away the makeup that had run down her cheeks with the previous onslaught of emotion, "Didi I missed you so much... I'm sorry I'm so sorry... Jiejie's sorry..."

Apologies fell from her lips like prayers, made of hope that her A-Ying would one day forgive her for the heartache she encouraged with neglect. As a doctor, she healed all of Wei Ying's physical injuries, the ones he couldn't conceal, but as a sister, she failed to heal the deep gashes in her didi's soul and instead, left them to grow and fester.

Wen Qing sobbed as she sat up, wiping her eyes she placed a chaste kiss on Wei Ying's forehead before tucking him into the thick blankets up to his chin, reminding herself of the last time she had done this, except the sheets last time, went over his head, covering his dead body from the rest of the refugees.

She shook the cold thought from her shoulder's like snow before standing and making her way to the others. She was excited to deliver the good news, aware that after the many hours she had been caring for Wei Ying, their anxiety only would have grown.

Sliding the doors open, she grinned as all heads snapped toward her, "He's alright." She soothed with a smile.

Lan Wangji burst into tears, folding over his knees, the hours of waiting, anxiously outside the room as to not distract Wen Qing nor get Wei Ying's wounds infected were nothing short of hell. They could not describe it any other way, Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng were covered in blood like canvases splashed with red paint, Yanli was crying like she had been that day, everyone was frantic.

What if they lost Wei Ying again? Failed him again?

But they hadn't, he was okay.

Lan Xichen swallowed thickly, his own eyes swelling with tears as he wrapped his arms around his shaking brother, gently guiding him into Wei Ying's room which reeked of medical supplies and blood; but somewhere in the midst of different scents, they could catch hints on lotus and spice and honey. Already, another piece of Wei Ying had been returned to them.

They collapsed at Wei Ying's beside like Wen Qing had, all grasping parts of him. Yanli cried into his hair, fingers combing through it like the days she'd brush it out for him... before Madam Yu made her stop.

She had never argued, she had never stood between her and Wei Ying; one of the many acts of cowardice she has since come to regret.

Lan Zhan just held Wei Ying's hands to his chest, so desperately holding on like a baby bird to its nest. Not ready to spread its wings. Lan Wangji was not ready to say goodbye to Wei Ying again, he never would be and so he held on like he'd die if it didn't.