Made For You - Stray Kids x original character

I love you

From the moment I woke up I knew something was wrong. Besides the copious amounts of pain I was in I just knew that something was wrong. I looked over at the nurse who was messing with my iv. We made eye contact, and the pity in her eyes made me sick. It was when I was sure. My baby was gone.

It felt like I had collapsed in on myself, my cries weren't really cries so much as they were wails, screams, a torrent of pain in the form of sound.

Someone burst into the room and very gently, far more gently than I deserved, wrapped me in their arms. The steady stream of reassuring words alerted me that it was Changbin holding me. The Changbin that went to my first appointment with me. The Changbin that listened to me go through baby names for hours. The Changbin who bought me baby clothes. The Changbin who's name was on my left collarbone, right above my heart. My Changbin.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and let my nails dig, probably uncomfortably, into his back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, im sorry..." the stream of apologies and rambles that fell out of my lips was more emotion than actual words.

He shook his head into my shoulder, "you did nothing wrong, none of this is your fault. None of it."

I didn't believe him. Not one bit. But I let him hold me for a long time anyway.

We had both climbed into the hospital bed, he was holding me gently. My ribs ache something horrible, and I was cramping. I knew what that meant. And it was part of the reason I couldn't stop crying. It wasn't as violent as it had been, but it was a constant stream as I laid in his arms.

The others slowly poured in the room. They had moved me to a larger room so that there was space for everyone. They were somber. Tears evident on all of their faces. The room was silent, but it felt marginally better just to have them there.

Changbin whispered softly that he needed to use the bathroom. I let him up and he was replaced with jeongin, my sweet jeongin.

He pressed his face into my hair, "I love you..." he said it softly, almost too soft to hear. And for once it didn't matter the connotation that he meant it in. It was just comforting.