I hate to admit

Come back to me

When we reached the room, the nurse opened the door and let me go inside.

I stood there for a moment frozen in place, I kept telling myself I couldn't get my hopes up. The nurse got called away and told me to just go inside, I nodded my head and she disappeared.

I took a deep breath and went inside the room; the curtains were open so you could see the storm raging outside and as I made my way closer to the bed, I reached my hand out to pull the curtain aside that was shielding it.

I closed my eyes.

I slowly pushed it aside and braced for the worst.

I stood there for a few seconds before I opened my eyes, and when I did, I felt so many things at once going through my body.

My whole being was relieved, scared, worried, happy, sad and everything in between.

There he lay on the bed, bruised and broken.

So many tubes and wires going in and out of his body, the steady sound of the beeping was already making me want to cry.

Even at this point I could understand why it took so long to find him, recognize him. The accident really messed him up, but I knew it was Minho.

I wanted to throw myself at him, kiss him but I couldn't.

His body was so bandaged up, I felt like I would just hurt him more and he had a breathing tube in so that was preventing me from kissing him, from telling him how much I fucking love him.

I willed myself to sit down in the chair next to him, I gently took his hand in mine and held it as carefully as I could.

It felt like forever finding him, but I only just found out about it today and it has at least been two days since the accident from the storm that still continues outside.

"You're strong Minho, I know you can make it through this. Don't give up on me now." I whispered.

I sat there for a few minutes before a doctor came in.

"Oh! This young man here finally has someone to claim him. We were getting worried, most of the others had already been found by their families." The doctor spoke.

"I-i'm his boyfriend, I didn't know he was in an accident until my friends told me when they saw the news." I replied not sure on how to really respond.

It's not like I can sum up the whole past few years and say that I haven't heard or seen from Minho since.

I'm still his boyfriend, nonetheless.

"Well, we are glad to have someone look out for him. He's lucky to be here, he suffered the worst injuries despite the one fatality from the accident."

"Is he okay?" I asked not wanting to really hear the answer but needing to know.

"He lost a lot of blood, had a collapsed lung...we lost him for a few minutes in surgery, but he was a tough one and he came through. He has multiple fractures, broken ribs, his legs took a big hit with one being broken and the other had a chunk of metal go through it. The biggest issue was the swelling in the brain and bleeding, we had to remove a good size chunk of glass that was jammed into the temporal lobe." The doctor explained.

"W-what does that mean?" My voice faltered.

"It means that if he wakes up his memory may not be there, he may not know who you are." "Short term memory loss r-right, just some amnesia?" "I'm afraid it could be worse." "H-his legs, he's a d-dancer. It's what he loves to do." "His legs will heal but he will require a lot of physical therapy and I don't see him regaining the strength to continue with his passion. I'm sorry, I know this all sounds scary and worrisome. We just have to wait and see now, but I would suggest making plans."

The doctor checked Minho's vitals and what not before he left, giving me the time and space alone with Minho.

The last thing Minho needed was to never dance again, it's his passion, his dream, his everything. I could maybe handle the memory loss but not the pain Minho would be in if he could never dance again.

I know I made it back from my accident, but it was different, this here was unbelievably worse.

I said Minho was strong but this he won't be able to come back from.

"Minho...it's me Hyunjin. If you can hear me just know that I am here for you, I love you baby. Come back to me, even if you don't know who I am we can make new memories. I'll be here for you whenever you're ready. I'm so sorry for everything." I held Minho's hand tight in mine without crushing it.

I was too scared to touch him more besides holding his hand, I didn't want to hurt him.

"Don't take him away from me." I whispered as I looked up.