The Titanic Incident » xiuhan

Chapter 7

When everything else goes wrong, in doubt, break a glass. Or don't. It hurts. So does losing your hat. Luhan never listened.

Meanwhile Minseok's hat problems are only beginning, now that he has to find its owner is a whole new task, especially when they have a great amount of social unacceptance between him and mysterious Han.

Luhan's P.O.V.

".. 11." A faint sound of a small piece of glass hitting the bottom of the trash can echoed in the thick-aired room.

"Looks like we're done here, soon." The doctor noted, giving me his signature worryless grin. I sighed out of relief. I mentally noted, again, to never break a single glass it being so painful. Doctor Hun, or more familiarly, Sehun, as he had said, had clean bandage in his hands, beginning to wrap the wounded but finally clean hand of mine.

"...So, I think you'll never hold a glass like that.." Sehun told me quietly as he was wrapping the bandage. The black hair of his fell on his eyeglass-covered eyes as he concentrated in not making the bandage too tight nor too loose, covering his expression. His soothing talking that had kept going during almost all of the time of the procedure had its magic - even if I was too busy still biting the popsicle stick. "..I mean, ouch. Must've hurt." I hummed, slightly amused yet confused at his piece of indeed wisdom. The talking of his didn't make a whole lot sense to me right now, but it wasn't a huge obstacle in interacting.

Realizing he wouldn't be pulling sharp pieces of glass out of my palm anymore I could finally abandon the wooden stick and dropped it to the trashcan, biting down a couple times. It sure felt good to be able to get the rid of the hard stick between my teeth, after biting onto it so hard, I thought, following the hands wrapping mine in the bandage. His hands moved in fast and used manner, signaling he knew what he was doing. The pulsing pain I had had on my palm for maybe a good 45 minutes was easing off slowly as the sharp pieces of glass weren't there anymore.

Tugging the end of the white bandage with a couple pieces of tape he turned away and strolled to a cabinet, making me jump, waking me up from my daydreams. Turning back to me he pushed his round glasses closer to his eyes, viewing me as he did so. "So, how are you feeling?" his low voice asked me, making me slightly frown. I was sure I had heard what he had said but I couldn't understand so well, honestly. Sitting there totally dumbfounded I tried to think again his words, resulting him sighing. "Drowsy?"

Drowsy?

Not being to understand immediately what he said I just nodded, moving my gaze away from him to the floor, embarrassed how I couldn't tell what he could've asked me earlier.

Not picking on the subject, Sehun had something in his hands as he strolled back to me with his wheeled chair. "So, the thing is that, in cases like these where you can lose a little more than just a little blood, you may get a bit drowsy." he placed a couple small boxes onto the table next to my now bandaged hand I still hadn't moved away and lifted his eyebrow as he continued, "and the reason why you may be now drowsy is that when an adrenaline rush disappears, so does your energy you got from adrenalin." I nodded slowly, going around and over the words he had told me. "And the veins around here," he pointed my palm, "aren't the smallest. They are responsible your hand works and stays warm."

I eyed his face underneath the hair I had hanging on my forehead. "But so, the thing is, you'd need absolute rest at least for the rest of the day. Blood loss isn't an easy thing." I sighed, kind of relieved I would avoid the dance of the night, but still devastated for the idea I couldn't be there to find Minseok, my new obsession. Ish. ...ish.

"I'll need you to come over tomorrow to change the bandages." He said, scribbling something on one of the small boxes he had on the table. "Here's an antibiotic to avoid any kind of complications, I think there's.." he turned the box around in his hand "three, yes, three of them. Only. Just take one a day, with water. It should help you avoid infections, and here, here.. We have this other box, a few painkillers for you to bear with the wound. Once or twice a day.." he mouthed as he scribbled the things he told me to the box's side. "Now, any questions?" He showed me a kind smile as he pushed the boxes closer to me. Shrugging I said plainly "no, thank you" only waiting to get out of this room of horrors, anticipating to getting some rest. He nodded, still having the need to ask one more question. "Will you make it to your room?"