Flightless Bird [YINWAR]

S2: Chapter 10: Flightless Bird

Author's POV

The hospital room had become a second home to Yin.

The nurses knew him by name now, always offering soft smiles that Yin could never return.

Every day, he sat by War's side, holding his hand, talking to him, hoping against hope that this would be the day War would finally open his eyes.

But War never did.

He walked down the hallway , his footsteps soft against the cold tiles, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a dull glow that seemed to stretch on forever.

He was no longer wearing bandages, no longer relying on a wheelchair or the cane he had used during recovery.

His body had healed.....mostly.

He still felt sharp pangs of pain in his side from time to time.

But compared to the pain in his heart, the physical discomfort was nothing.

As he reached War's door, his hand hesitated just over the doorknob.

It was the same feeling as everyday, a mix of dread and desperation.

He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit by the morning sunlight, casting soft shadows over War.

War lay in the hospital bed, looking as fragile as ever, almost as if time had stopped for him.

Yin pulled the chair closer to the bed, sitting down heavily.

He took War's hand in his, feeling the coolness of his skin.

He'd gotten used to it by now....the lack of warmth, the stillness.

But every time, it hurt just the same.

He gently brushed his thumb over War's knuckles, his heart aching as he gazed at War's face.

War's chest rose and fell steadily with the help of the ventilator.

"Good morning, Baby," Yin whispered, his voice rough from disuse.

He didn't talk much to anyone else anymore, saving his words for War, even though War never responded. "I'm here again... as always."

He forced a smile, though it felt hollow.

For months, Yin had told War about everything...his recovery, the state of the company, the way their friends and family came to visit.

He talked about the weather, the news, anything and everything just to fill the silence.

But no matter how much he talked, no matter how many stories he told, War remained silent, his eyes closed.

"It's been two months, War," Yin said, his voice cracking slightly.

"Two months since..." He paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Baby why can't you just wake up?"

Yin closed his eyes, resting his forehead against War's hand.

His heart ached, the pain almost unbearable.

He allowed himself to cry, the tears sliding down his cheeks as he clutched War's hand tighter.

Everyday is the same.

A month ago, he had convinced Chris to return to Korea.

It had been a hard battle. Chris had argued, raged, threatened to transfer War back to Seoul, but the doctors had advised against it.