GUMIHO | HyunSung [MAJOR EDITING]

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Lights.

Blinding lights.

It was the first thing he saw. Lights, blinding lights. It hurt.

Jeongin squinted.

'Am I in heaven?'

His head, moving side to side, groaning.

All Jeongin saw were white, bright lights. Diamonds and twinkling stars, black dots appearing.

His eyes burned, whenever he moved his face muscles, it hurt.

 It was unbearable. 

Then... 

Reality hit, Jeongin shot straight up, only to be crying in pain, arching his back his neck cracking loudly. As his back was aching awfully.

He had a harsh grip on his itchy gown, tugging it harshly. He wanted it off.

It was the most pain he had ever felt in his life. Jeongin felt trapped and claustrophobic, he shooked off the first few buttons, whining in frustration as his hand were cold, shaking, unbalanced.

 Jeongin was paralysed, his hand blue.

Jeongin screamed, loudly, wanting somebody to help him, save him. He wanted it all gone, he hated the pain. He wanted it to stop. He needed it to stop.

A soft gloved, smooth hand placed themselves on Jeongin's frail hunched shoulders, guiding him down softly on the bed.

Jeongin whined but obeyed, allowing the hands to take full control of him. Slightly realaxing.

"Take it easy. You have just woken up and half of your blood is still inside the machine, cleaning and refunctioning."

Jeongin was alive. He survived. 

'Oh my god.'

"I'm alive...?" 

Jeongin now, fully awake and aware.

Jeongin lifted his shaking hands to see. Wanting to see them, clearly. His hands, covered in buttons and wires to monitor him. The women had her dyed blonde hair tied back into a lower bun and had a nametag labelled. 'Dr. Taeyeon.'

"Tell me I'm dreaming..." Jeongin whispered softly, mumbling to himself. Sinking undemanding back onto the soft sheets that warmed his cold, shivering body.

"You are currently our first survivor in that crash." The women had said softly. As if it hurt her to even say it too. She hadn't felt the pain that Jeongin was in or the others, why should she be sad? Jeongin didn't know, he didn't know. It hurt.

Jeongin remembered. He remembered everything.

The fire, the colours, the pain, the blood, the screams, the crying. It hurt.

All of it.

 He remembered it.

"Is he okay?! Oh my god!" Jeongin tugged at his hair harshly. Stressed, dramatically. The machine started to beep loudly, his blood pressure and heartrate began to increase fiercely "Is Seungmin okay?! Are they okay?! Where's Seungmin!?" Jeongin shot back up, ready to leave, and find Seungmin himself.

"Hey! Hey! You need to calm down!" Her eyes widen in panic, slamming her checklist on a nearby shelf,  before compressing Jeongin to lay on the bed.

"Let go of me!" Jeongin howled in his broken raspy-nasal voice, shaking incredibly strongly for his current state. His vocal cords hurt too, it hurt to talk.

Jeongin yanked the machine linking his blood with. Sending a pile of blood splattering across the room. Jeongin's pressure lowered immediately while his heartrate is up notch. Sending his body is distress and defensive mode. Jeongin felt drowsy but he had to fight it. He needed to find Seungmin.