BLUE ROSES.| CYJ

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Yeonjun feels strong after battling insomnia the night before. This morning he lay on the bed silently with the blanket wrapped over his head. He would twist around when his stomach grumbled but he felt weak despite the amount of sleep he got over the span of two days. He groans and whimpers as he turned on his bed due to discomfort and restlessness, but he knew that once his blanket slides down his face he would meet eyes with Sohee on her bed next to him. He coughs a couple of times, twisting supine in pain because how stiff his body felt but his meek voice was overpowered by a bunch of loud screams in panic , " Hold her.."

He shoots up from his bed , sliding the curtains open to find a couple of nurses guiding each other upon walking towards Sohee's bed.

Yeonjun slips down, pulling his patient coat back on his shoulder as he walks carefully around them towards the door. He looks around biting his lower lip nervously hoping that he would at least find Namson. If she was missing from the ward then where could she have gone? Was Sohee being shifted to another ward ? What was going on? His heart aches from not feeling secure in the hospital that morning. He makes courage when he sees Namson hastily enter the room. " Doctor!.."

Namson turns towards him as he walks forward with his hands in his coat pockets , he has a fresh glow on his face , hair neatly groomed and pair of thin glasses rest on his sleek nose bridge , he appeared a lot more clean than Yeonjun himself with his face flushed down of any comfort , eyes bathing in fatigue , traces of his own drool on his shabby patient coat.

" Did you sleep well yesterday?.." , the doctor smiles as he pats the boy's shoulder and he gives him a faint smile in return . Namson's smile drops as he hears the nurses from a distance and when he is about to depart from a clueless young patient waiting for a response , he turns towards him explaining in a low voice , " She woke up this morning.." .

He leaves vaguely before seeing Yeonjun embrace his smile .

" H-Hey.." , he follows the doctor as he encounters a nurse bumping into him.

" I'm so sorry!.." , he stumbles when she observes him blankly expecting him to walk back to his bed , but he stands in front of her hesitantly.

Yeonjun's pain disappears when he finally deserves a glimpse of his best friend from a distance , but he is bound not to smile but ache more when he observes Sohee supported by two nurses on either side as they walk her weak body towards the bed. Her face was drenched in exhaustion, her mouth hung open gasping feebly for air , her eyes were droopy and devoid of a will to look ahead. The nurses slowly walk her towards the bed as they lay her down on her bed , guiding her head to lay on the pillow , just as he observes her in silence tied to the ground in confusion and the curtains are draped closed again.

Namson walks in visibly stressed , and upon catching Yeonjun waiting for a desperate explanation, "Don't worry. She was just a bit nauseous when she woke up.." , he informs as he pulls out the curtains to check upon Sohee.

So Yeonjun waits , probably a couple of minutes wondering what he was supposed to do , then walks back to his bed as advised by the doctor that he would have his checkup. He could not take his attention off the curtain divider . He perks up when he sees the nurse walk outside and this time with more courage and voice , " Can I talk to her.?."

The nurse turns towards him , " I'm afraid you cannot " . It was hard not to ignore his undermined desperation.

She turns towards him again before leaving , " Please don't try to talk to her in a way that can be hard for her to take " .

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Yeonjun feels his warmth snatched from him , he dwells in the cold hospital room waiting again. He waited for four years to talk to his best friend , was not another hour nominal to mark his perseverance? His eyes swell up in tears but what for? He doesn't know that and his head breaks into an excruciating pain recalling the blast that had unaplogetically separated them. He could not take it anymore. He slips down his bed , slowly approaching her bed as he gently slides the curtains aside.

" Sohee..how are you?..", he sits on the chair in front of the bed , expecting her to reply. " Are you okay? Should I call the doctor..?."

He leans forward when he observes her squirm to raise up , " Let me help you sit up.." , he gently places the pillow behind her back to help her sit with her back against the bedpost .

" Your arms feel so warm , do you have a fever ?.." , he lifts his hand up to her forehead , gasping at her hot forehead as he looks at her , " You're burning!".

" Wait , I'll call the doctor right away "

Sohee feels paralyzed , not a hint of whisper basks in her throat as her back hunched in exhaustion. She was unable to sit with her discomfort , unable to express the impact of a simple fever on her weak body as she breathes heavily , coughing out meekly in disgust at the bitter aftertaste in her mouth. She stares dead ahead , gathering herself to look at a boy who was too eager. He was care laced in every delicate word that leaves his lips , worry washes down his face as his soft brown gaze prescribes her comfort. Though it was just a fever , she was terrible at enduring physical pain.

"Who are you..?", she breathes out uneasy.

"What?.."

"I don't know you. Please leave me alone..", those words of uncertainty escape her lips as she leans back on the pillow exhausted and her eyes flutter close slowly .

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a/n: special update today since November 30th last year was when I came up with Strawberry skies. I was actually horrifically sick in the morning, but it got better over the evening as I spent some time writing instead of worrying too much , the stress really got to me over the past few weeks.