Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

4.

~Chapter 4: A Little Betrayal is Healthy for Any Friendship~

After falling asleep and waking back up still in this god forsaken room, I know that I'm probably going to be stuck here until I can heal fully. Who knows how long that will be...

I can smell what seems like...pasta or something and my stomach growls loudly and angrily. How long have I been out for it to sound so aggressive? Looking over at the IV and the dresser I can see a ceramic white bowl and glass of water. Sitting up, I bite my lip to keep from moaning in pain at the aching and stinging that goes through my body. I have to push away the discomfort in order to sit up against the headboard of the bed to see what's on the dresser. My mind and body are both groggy and starving. Have I been medicated while I was out?

Looking into the bowl I can see what looks like ravioli and my mouth immediately starts to salivate.

What if it's poisoned, you jackass?

Well...that would be an issue for me to deal with later. I take the glass of water in my weak hands and drink it quickly before moving on to the ravioli and eating it greedily. It's cold, but so so good.

Thanks to the nutrients my muscles feel slightly less like hell and I feel a tiny bit more awake. I set the empty dishes back on top of the dresser and toss the covers off of me. A slight moan of pain follows at the sudden movement.

Jesus Christ.

I'm barely wearing any clothes. There is a thick gauze that is wrapped around my torso like a makeshift bra making me feel like a burrito, and the tattered underwear that I showed up in is still (thankfully) on my lower half. There are smaller bandages on the smaller cuts I acquired during the fight the other day, and the skin on my body is littered with dark purple bruises. My foot is a different story. It's completely wrapped up in a cast of sorts and I can see the tips of my toes. When I try to wiggle them I'm pleasantly surprised to see them move. Its hurts, yes. But this just means that it isn't broken.

I have the urge to pee, but there are three doors and at least one of the leads to a world and to people I'm not ready to face. I don't want to leave the room yet. I'm not sure what I'll have to face once I leave the confines of this little safe haven. I snatch the IV out of my arm and hiss quietly.

Once the pain subsides, a yawn forces it way out of me, and I twist my body so that my feet dangle over the side of the bed. Okay, three doors. One has to be a bathroom right?

I hobble over to the door farthest from my bed (with much difficulty), and turn the handle. Behind door number 1 is a closet. There are only 2 outfits in here. A pair of black sweats, a gray t-shirt, gray shorts, and a dark blue long sleeved shirt. After looking down at my half naked body I decide that maybe I should put on some clothes. Who cares who they belong to? I throw the blue shirt over my body and groan with each stretch that my muscles have to make. I get it on without dying, and then grab the grey sweats for later. I let out a sigh and limp over to the next door. Luckily it is actually a bathroom.

I sit on the toilet to relieve myself and attempt to put the sweats on at the same time while I'm sitting down. The bathroom is smaller than the one I was used to using back home, but it was significantly cleaner. One would expect that of a restroom that isn't being used by like 30 people.

The walls are cream colored and a walk-in shower stands next to the toilet. Its glass walls show that there is no tub of any sort, and if I want to bathe, I'm out of luck. A small sink sits across from the toilet with an oval mirror above it. The mirror is in a pretty golden frame, it's definitely fake, but this particular fake would definitely fool any other amateur thief.