The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

925 🩺 In The Middle Of The Night

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Mingi awoke rather abruptly, jerking awake with tendrils of his nightmare of blood and pain still feeling real enough to have goosebumps rising on his skin as every shadow in the dark looked like his father. It's not him, it's not him, he told himself, tucking himself into more of a ball to ward out the shivers that the figure gave him.

He had no idea what time it was, but his head was thudding, his nose was nearly entirely blocked, he was freezing cold, and as a whole, he felt more unwell than he'd felt in a very long time. It was a hell of a combination when paired with the grief beginning to crush him, and he hugged his wrist to his chest in a kind of morbid but longing way...

It was the wrist that held his mom's beads...

But it was also the wrist his dad had grabbed, and once upon a time, had broken...

Oh no... Please no... I don't want to cry again, he begged.

However as he felt his eyes heating up, prickling with tears, when the first of the waves slipped down into the pillowcase, he knew he would not be able to stop more from following.

He missed his mom more than anything in the world, and while he missed the dad he'd had from before their world had been torn apart, a huge chunk of him wished he'd never even met him.

That only brought him guilt though, and sick, already with blocked sinuses and an inability to breathe, shivering under the covers, it was always his worst points where the grief came on strongest.

He squeezed his eyes closed and curled up, wishing them away...

Wishing morning would come, and take the night, and his pain, away with it.

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~ Moments earlier ~

Sitting on their make-shift couch with Mittens in his lap, leaning against the wall and staring out the window at the night sky beyond, Yunho felt an uncomfortable, and quite frankly rather sickening feeling tormenting his gut. It had been enough to drive him out of bed, leaving Mingi alone, and it had been a long time since he'd felt anything even remotely similar.

Staring out into the night sky was usually such a warm, happy pastime for him. He usually felt a warm nostalgia for times where he'd been blind to his heart and had learned to love without meaning to. However although he was looking at the same stars that he'd once gazed at from his university's sports fields, he didn't feel so content inside tonight.

He couldn't get the image of Mingi—the same man he'd fallen so irrevocably in love with under those stars who always smiled and laughed so purely—collapsed in a broken mess in the bottom of their shower, admitting—really what could possibly have been for the very first time since they'd met—that no, he was not okay...

Mingi had always been such a positive person. Of course, as ethereal as he seemed, he had no doubt that Mingi felt ups and downs like all the other bland humans on the earth. He was under no misconceptions there. But the thing about Mingi, was that he was strong, and—honestly, likely from a life lived filled with trauma—he seemed to view the world totally differently to anyone else he'd ever met.