Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

Special Part 2

His head hurt, far more then his usual days. He had manageable days and then he had days where even the sun beams shifting through the blinds from the living room, just had to wake him up. He didn't want to again.

He didn't want another day drowning in his anxiety, his silent cries that he wished could be heard. Repeating that same cycle. He wished he could just be mute again, when the world didn't know who he was. Where the world was loud busy with everyone elses life but his was quiet.

Curse mornings. His body felt limp, lost between pain of exhaustion to he can't feel it anymore, why bother fighting. Mornings like this were the worst for him. He hated waking up feeling cold, alone, unheard. Even if Changbin was drunkenly passed out in his bedroom it still didn't mean he was there. Jisungs energy practically fleed.

Laying on the couch, hand on his stomach that began churning from not eating the night before. He felt a cold sweat coming on, his skin sticky and clammy, finger tips white.

It was bearly 6:30 in the morning, how could he be having one of these now. He hadn't even been up for long.

Maybe thats the reason...

Waking up today set him off.

Trying to sit up, he heavily breathed in, he felt like he was drowning, wasted even, lungs filling with water when he didn't even drink last night.

"Jisung? You okay?" Changbin came out of the bedroom he claimed his own last night. Jisung glared over at the older, barely funtioning trying to stand up.

His vision blackened out, making him stumble right into the older. He just couldn't do it anymore.

"Shit! Jisung your burning up again. Did you not take your medications?" Limp in the olders arms, he barely processed anything. It was too early.

It wasn't his typical episode.

Changbin clearly could tell the younger wasn't okay. He hadn't been taking care of himself, the slivers of scars showing on his arms told him more than enough.

"Come on Sungs, we need to get you help!"

He earned no response, Jisung was completely out for the count. His heavy chest heaving. Changbin only knew one thing he had to do. And he knew how much Jisung would hate it.

How hard it was to stay away from the one person he desperately needed the most.

Carefully placing Jisung back down on the couch, he pulled his phone out.

"Why the fuck are you calling Changbin- I told you its ov—"

"Lix... its not about m– its Jisung... you don't have to talk to me, but please..." the tone was weak, almost like Changbin was falling apart.

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"What happened?" A voice softly mumbled, laced with concern.

"Its getting worse. He is getting worse." Another voice softly spoke.

Chan?

Laying in the comfort of his own bed, a drip attached to the main vein in ones hand. Covered with a weighted blanket, and silk clothing.

Changbin had tried to get Jisung admitted into the hospital. It would have gave him a reason to see two different people, even if it was on the harder subject.