About two days later, wooyoungs situation was still very unpredictable and unclear according to the doctors and san hoped wooyoung would wake up sooner.
San was now cleaning up his home in where all the glasses were at the same place still.
Tiredly he walked back to each and every piece of glass and picked them up with no sense of presence around him since he seemed so into his own mind that he realised he was bleeding so much that it made the whole chunk of glass red.
Sighing he got up and threw all those collected pieces away in frustration.
This was killing him.
The guilt was eating him.
He was not ready to face whatever was prepared for him. He just was not.
Now, he broke down falling down putting a lot of pressure on his knees which only hurt him more physically. The increasing pain kept on becoming worse that he laid on the floor which was covered in glasses and started crying more harder the minutes went by.
His phone rang.
His cries were muffled.
Then he slowly crawled to the couch where his phone was ringing and took it.
It was just a random number.
He never attended these calls.
But he did now.
Somehwere within his stupidity, he wanted to hear wooyoungs voice. He wanted to hear him yelling at him. He wanted him to tell him to stop again. All in all, he just wanted to see him living.
It was completely fine with him if wooyoung didnt wanna talk to him anymore.
But he just wanted him to be alive.
He didnt want him to leave him alone in here. Wooyoung always was within himself. He was always a part of him that no one can compare to.
That no one can replace.
And its alright if wooyoung does not wanna be with him after this.
The more san tried to not think about the probability of wooyoung dyin-
He threw his phone in frustration and grabbed his hair in hopelessness. He couldnt even think about it.
He screamed out loud.
There could be voice heard from the mobile and he came to his senses.
"𝘏-𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?" his voice broke.
"𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯?"
"𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴..." he mumbled tiredly.
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘹𝘹𝘹 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯."
And he cut the call immediately to rush out to the hospital.
He started his car engine and shot the speed upto a 160 and didnt bother if it disturbed the others.
Driving for almost 30 minutes or so, he arrived at the hospital. He ran towards the icu and immediately spotted the doctor there.
"𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳?"
Please. Please. Please.
Those were all his prays to the god.
"𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦..."
