These Scars

Chapter 2

Leo paced outside of the hospital room waiting for the doctor to be done. When they had arrived the doctors had been waiting for them and taken N in immediately to fix him up.

N had gotten his own room so that others wouldn't see that he was there. They didn't need hordes of fans or reporters here now. Not seeing N like this. They had, thankfully, made it to the hospital with little commotion.

Now it was time to wait. It felt like it had been hours since N had gone into that room. Hours since the doctors had been able to pry the hysterical Leo off his hyung and take him away. Maybe it had been hours. Leo couldn't tell. All he was paying attention to was that door.

Finally the doctor came out, a calm look on his face and blood on the sleeves of his white coat. N's blood.

Leo rushed over to the doctor "How is he? Is he alright?" Leo asked, about to break down once again.

"Well I wouldn't say he is alright considering the reason he was brought in, but he is alive and stable. He lost a lot of blood though so he is sleeping right now."

"Can I go see him?" The doctor could see the desperate look in Leo's eyes but, as he looked him up and down, he shook his head.

"Go home first. He won't wake up anytime soon, and we will keep an eye on him. When he wakes up he doesn't need to see you like this." With that, the doctor took his leave.

Leo looked at the mirror on the wall that he had not noticed earlier. His face was red and blotchy, eyes bloodshot, and hair completely disheveled. Then he saw the blood.

His white t-shirt and grey sweat pants that he had been wearing to sleep in were now stained in N's dark red blood. The doctor was right. He couldn't see N like this.

Leo walked back down to the street and looked around for a way to get home. He hadn't been there for more than a few minutes when someone walked up to him.

"Is that kid alright?" Leo stared at the man. He was probably in his late 30's or early 40's with thinning hair and a bit of a pot belly. He had no idea who this person was.

"I'm sorry?" Leo questioned.

"The kid. You and he were in my taxi. He looked really hurt. Is he okay?" The taxi driver asked again.

No. No, he was not okay. Leo thought to himself. "Oh, the taxi... right, I have to pay you." Leo said hoping to brush off the man's question.

He reached into his pocket but realized he didn't have a wallet. Why would he have remembered his wallet, he had been in a bit of a hurry.

"Sorry, I don't have my wallet. Will you drive me home and I can pay you when we get there?" Leo asked quietly, no energy behind his voice at all.

"L... Yeah okay." The driver obviously wanted to ask more questions but saw that the boy in front of him, looking exhausted and completely devastated, he let it go.

Leo stared out the window the entire way home, not being able to bring himself to look at the spots of blood on the seat from earlier. He didn't cry on the way home. He felt the tears behind his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. If he did he knew he would not be able to stop, and he needed to be ready to face the others when he got back.

They arrived outside of the dorm. "I will run up to the room and be back down in a minute," Leo told the driver.

"No need. You have been through enough tonight. Just go back and sleep." The taxi driver said, and as soon as Leo had gotten out of the cab, he drove off.

Leo was grateful beyond words. He didn't know how he would have been able to come back down when he had gotten up to the dorm, sure that the members would be there to ambush him with questions.

He made his way up the stairs slowly, having no energy left. He stopped a few times on the way up to compose himself.

When he reached the door he could hear crying on the other side. He reached for the doorknob and opened the door.