What have they done to us || lee know angst ||

I mourn the most for all the things

The journey back to his room was a blur for Lee Know. He could hardly tell which way was up, his mind sinking deeper into a fog that seemed to pull him away from reality. His limbs felt heavy, as though they weren't his own, and every bump in the hallway jarred his ribs, sending sharp pangs of pain through his body. Even when they finally wheeled him back into the room, he struggled to keep his eyes open, barely registering the worried faces of his members gathered around him.

The doctor's words drifted to him, distant and vague. "You'll be discharged soon. After we give you your pain medication and go over your instructions, you'll be able to head back."

Dazed, he was barely aware of Bang Chan's arm wrapping around his waist, making Minho lean on his side, and guiding him carefully back to the bed. "Take it easy, Min," Chan said softly, trying to make his voice sound reassuring.

Minho felt himself nod, but his mind was miles away. He closed his eyes and allowed Bang Chan to basically control his body. He couldn't remember how he'd ended up in the hospital or why his body felt like it had been through a battle. His thoughts tangled and slipped away before he could make sense of them, a disorienting loop of confusion and aggravation.

"Just... rest," Seungmin murmured quietly, gently pulling the blanket over him. But Minho tensed, feeling a stab of irritation twist in his chest. Rest. They kept telling him that. How could he rest when he didn't even know what had happened to him?

"I don't need to be babied," he muttered, his voice sharper than he intended. "I'm... fine." The words felt hollow, even to him, but he couldn't help the frustration bubbling up. He hated feeling this way—weak, dependent, broken, As if he was completely incapable of doing anything.

Bang Chan glanced at him, not only concern flashing in his eyes but empathy. "Min, listen to me. There's no shame in needing help. Whether you think you need it or not, you can count on me."

Minho clenched his jaw, looking away. The lingering fog made it hard to concentrate, and everything felt overwhelming. He wanted to tell them he was fine, that he didn't need them watching him so closely, but deep down he did, he knew he wasn't okay and that he did want to be cared for, however part of him thought he didn't deserve it. His head ached, and his chest felt tight, and part of him was afraid to close his eyes, afraid of the darkness waiting for him there.

Despite his frustration, his body betrayed him, exhaustion dragging him under until he couldn't fight it anymore. He closed his eyes, drifting off as soon as he felt a familiar warm hand that belonged to his leader, slipping into a restless sleep.

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He didn't know how long he slept, but the world around him slowly morphed into a nightmare.
He was back in the car, the streetlights flashing by, a blur of speed and color. Then, suddenly, there was the blinding light of oncoming headlights, a deafening screech of tires, and the violent crunch of metal. He felt the impact, the pain. A scarlet haze clouded his sight, and then—a suffocating silence.
He saw his members, their faces twisted with anger, hurt, and disappointment. They stared at him, voices cold and accusatory.

"Why did you do this, Minho?" Bang Chan's voice rang out, sharp and cutting. The words felt like a stake through the heart.

"You were careless," Seungmin's voice added, colder than he'd ever heard. His head felt like it was splitting in two.

"We trusted you," Hyunjin whispered, his face filled with betrayal. "And you left us."

Each word struck him like a blade, carving deeper into his heart. He tried to speak, to explain, but the words caught in his throat, strangled before they could escape. He was trapped, helpless as they scoffed and turned their backs to him, leaving him in the obscurity.