Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Will to Live Part 3

Sunday

Wei Ying was drifting.

Sometimes he thought he could hear voices, sometimes even familiar ones, but when he tried to force himself to wake up, to battle through the mud that seemed to be clouding his consciousness, the pain was too much and he ended up passing out instead.

One time, he thought it was A-Yuan...his beautiful little boy...and Wei Ying wanted to hug him back. He could feel a soft warm presence right next to him, and he wanted nothing more than to hold his body close. He remembered the gentle fragrance of lotus flowers and baby powder that his son always smelled of...a comforting scent.

And then at other times, he felt a warmth coming from his hand, as though it was holding onto something that was giving him strength, and comfort as well.

Tonight he was feeling stronger. It was gradual, a feeling that had crept up on him as the minutes ticked by, and Wei Ying decided to try something else now.

Slowly he flexed his fingers.

There was a gasp.

"Wei Ying!"

That voice...

And then the screech of the chair sliding back on the ground, its harshness making Wei Ying wince.

A warm hand pressed on his forehead, while two fingers felt his pulse.

Wei Ying was finally able to place a name to the voice.

"Lan...Lan Zhan?" He wanted to hear that voice again, more than anything...just now.

"Yes. I am here."

Wei Ying shivered.

That lovely deep voice was right there, right next to his ear.

"Cold?"

It sounded worried.

There was so many little things that weren't...wrong...but definitely didn't feel right.

"No...not cold." He decided. "Thirsty." His eyes were still closed, the effort of opening them seemed like too much.

Lan Zhan had shot up, at the slightest movement from Wei Ying in his hands, and sleep fled a hasty retreat as he checked Wei Ying's vitals first. For some reason he was reluctant to press the button that would call the nurses here, wanting to make sure Wei Ying was fine first before involving anyone else right now.

He filled a glass with water, wishing for a straw to make it easier, but Wei Ying was thirsty now, and he was going to do his best.

"I'm going to lift you up now," He warned.

"Don't care...as long as you keep talking..." Wei Ying mumbled, not even aware of what he was saying.

Lan Zhan's voice was better than before, better than when it was his only lifeline. Wei Ying was thirsting not just for water, but his ears were begging for more. Lan Zhan's voice meant safety, and so much more, and right now, all Wei Ying wanted was to be drowning in its sound.

All alone in that dark place with no hope of getting out, Lan Zhan had kept him alive, and he knew it. That deep, golden voice had engaged him, kept asking him questions,  and kept him awake....Wei Ying shivered, but Lan Zhan's strong arm at his back kept him warm. And still, he couldn't open his eyes.

The cool water tasted divine, like the nectar from the Gods, going down his parched throat. Wei Ying wanted to drink so badly, but the calm, collected voice at his ear insisted.

"Small sips."

Wei Ying felt so tired, too tired to drink any more. He whined and the glass went away.