What's left of you | Minsung ✔️

13. The Days

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13.

Flashes of lightning. Crackling yellow. Static. 

Everything was spinning. Waves of nausea crashed into Jisung. 

Heavy. 

I can't move. 

Noise. Voices were calling out from every direction. 

Cold air was pushed down his lungs. At first there was nothing, then everything at once. Jisung's vision snapped into focus. There's Minho, why is he over me? 

"Just breathe, I'm here," Minho whispered with tears in his eyes as he touched Jisung's face.

I'm cold, what's going on, please take my hand, it's so heavy, I can't reach... can't reach, can't- see... Minho! 

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Dripping, slowly dripping. Drops of Jisung's consciousness trickled down a narrow well. Echoing along stone walls. Collecting at the bottom into a puddle. 

A beeping sound brought Jisung out of the quiet nothingness, his eyes fluttered open and everything was blurred, sending a wave of dizziness through his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and blinked until his vision began clearing up. 

White sheets, a white wall in front of him- Jisung was in a hospital room. The lighting was dim, falling into the room through not fully closed blinds. 

How did I get here? 

His body was heavy as he tried to sit up, and only now did he notice the mask on his face. And the several tubes and cables attached to him. 

What happened? 

The beeping picked up pace and suddenly the room was flooded in blinding white light. He blinked, and realized it was only the lamp above his head. Minho's face came into view. 

"You're awake," he whispered relieved, taking Jisung's hand and brushing the hair from his face. Jisung opened his mouth to talk but his throat was dry and hurt as if he'd been screaming. Nothing but a puff of air left his lungs. "It's alright, love, I'm here, you don't have to say anything." Minho sniffled, his eyes were swimming with too many emotions. 

Jisung was still confused and nothing made sense, but at least he was alive and Minho was right here. 

He brought a hand up to gently run his fingers over Minho's cheek. Dark circles loomed beneath his eyes. "What happened?" Jisung asked quietly, his voice was weak. 

"What do you remember?" 

Jisung's throat itched with the impulse telling Minho to get fucked for answering a question with a counter question. But there was a dull sensation somewhere in the back of his mind, warning him to, for once, not act on his impulses. And so he took a deep breath and searched through his muddled brain, trying to recall the last memories. "I... I was getting ready for the concert. You were with me. We somehow got out of the camp, and then..." He shrugged one shoulder, indicating that this was all he knew. 

Minho sat down on a chair next to the bed, taking Jisung's hands into his- they were cold. "On the way to meet your friend at the station, you collapsed." Minho's voice quivered, forcing tears down and words out. "He called the ambulance, they said you had a seizure-" A wet sigh shuddered out of his chest. Minho was visibly struggling to keep talking, the air grew thick and heavy with dreadful anticipation. 

One moment Jisung was walking perfectly fine, then the next he woke up in this bed. Having no recollection of what happened since then, however long that was, was now Jisung's number one of his most terrifying experiences.