skz oneshots | Changbin centric

Truck

TWS: car accident, serious injuries

Fifteen-year-old Changbin had been walking down the sidewalk, lost in thought, his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. It had been a long day at school, and he was more than ready to get home, crash in front of his computer, and shut out the world for a few hours. His mind wandered as he crossed the quiet street near his house, but the screeching tires jolted him back to reality.

The car came out of nowhere. One second, he was stepping onto the asphalt, and the next, he was flying through the air, his body flipping over the hood before he crashed hard onto the ground. The sound of bones snapping and the rush of pain was immediate and overwhelming.

"Fuck!" The expletive tore from his throat, raw and ragged as he lay on his back, staring up at the sky. His breath came in gasps, shallow and desperate, as if his lungs couldn't fully expand. The sharp, white-hot pain that spread from his lower back told him that something was terribly wrong.

His vision blurred as footsteps approached, frantic and rushed.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you okay?" It was the driver, a middle-aged man whose voice was trembling. Changbin couldn't even turn his head to look at him, the pain was so intense.

"Fuck you! Do I look okay?" Changbin managed to spit out through gritted teeth. He could barely move, and his arms and legs felt like they were buzzing with pain, some parts more than others. The left leg, the one that had taken most of the impact, felt like it had been shattered into pieces.

The man pulled out his phone, calling for help, but Changbin wasn't listening anymore. His mind was swirling with panic. The pain in his back was different from anything he had felt before—deep, dull, and sharp all at once. Something inside was broken. He couldn't feel his toes. His face was scraped and bruised from hitting the pavement, and there was blood dripping from somewhere near his temple. His left arm, twisted unnaturally beneath him, throbbed with pain, possibly fractured.

The paramedics arrived not long after, but to Changbin, it felt like an eternity. They were asking him questions, but he could barely process the words. They placed a neck brace on him, carefully lifting him onto a stretcher. Every movement sent fresh waves of agony through his body.

At the hospital, they cut off his clothes, revealing the full extent of his injuries. His lower back had taken a brutal hit, with several vertebrae fractured. His left leg had been broken in multiple places, and his left arm was indeed fractured. His face was a mess of cuts and bruises, with a deep gash above his eyebrow. The doctors were quick to sedate him before running more tests, including a scan of his spine.

Hours later, Changbin woke up groggy, his entire body feeling like it had been set on fire. He couldn't move without pain shooting through him. He blinked, trying to focus on his surroundings. His mother sat next to him, her face pale and tear-streaked.

"Bin, you're awake," she said, her voice trembling with relief.

"What... what happened?" Changbin croaked, his throat dry and raspy.

"You were hit by a car, sweetie," she said softly. "You've got a lot of injuries, but the doctors say you're lucky to be alive."

He blinked slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of his memory. The car. The impact. The pain. His back. He tried to move, but the moment he attempted to shift even slightly, his entire body screamed in protest.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain.

"The doctors said... it's your back," his mom said carefully. "There's some damage, but... it's not a complete spinal injury. You're not paralyzed."