Labeled. (Baekhyun Fanfic.)

4: Changing Her.

It has been a total of three weeks in the hospital. Hyeri sat in her bed, picking at the wires she was finally hooked back onto. It was a lazy afternoon and Baekhyun had a day off. Darcy was sound asleep and Hyeri didn't want to wake her. Darcy needed all the rest she needed.

"RiRi!" A familiar voice called and Hyeri's head snapped toward the door. It was Joon Myeon, a friend of her's.

"Joon Myeon? What are you doing here?" Hyeri tried to sit up. Joon Myeon set his many shopping bags on the hospital floor.

"Girl, I came to visit you! You look like such a mess!" Joon Myeon brushed a loose strand of hair out of Hyeri's face. "I was so worried about you. I mean when you fainted at the welcoming party, I had to handle everyone after the ambulance drove off."

"Thank you for doing so." Hyeri wanted to roll her eyes but instead she smiled fakely at him.

"You are welcome, my friend!" He clapped loudly. Hyeri lifted a finger to shush him up. Hyeri was afraid of him waking Darcy.Joon Myeon looked confused and she pointed to the innocent Darcy at the corner of the room. Joon Myeon nodded. "Poor thing, she must feel humiliated. You should get her a wig, a gold one."

"She looks absolutely gorgeous the way she is. Why must she need a wig?" Hyeri found his comment a bit offensive.

"You're joking right? I mean she's cute if she had hair." Joon Myeon laughed and Hyeri blankly stared at him. "So, how much money have you received recently? Tell me, tell me, tell me."

Hyeri gave up her rich girl act. She was tired and the Darcy comment made her mad every time she thought about it. "You know, not everything is about money and clothes and judging people. Joon Myeon, you're a stuck up prick and don't you ever insult Darcy like that or any sick person due to a defult from their sickness. They can't control it. I advise you to go see a counselor or something because your mind is all screwed up. Goodbye, leave." Hyeri pointed at the door. Joon Myeon gasped and began to tear up.

"How could you say such... bullcrap? What happened to you, Hyeri? Do you need your daily Venti Iced Skinny Vanilla Latte?"

"What I need is for you to leave, now." Hyeri gritted her teeth, scaring Joon Myeon. He quickly fumbled with his bags and marched out of the room, or well, out of her entire life.

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Hyeri shifted around in her bed, it was around midnight and the hospital had no nurses or doctors left. Today was an easy day with few accidents.

"Hyeri." A name called her. Hyeri was now wide awake and terrified. She couldn't tell if she knew the voice or if she was just dreaming. It certainly was not Darcy's. A warm hand touched her shoulder and Hyeri froze. Her heart began pounding and she felt as if her senses were now enhanced. Please be a good person, please. Hyeri thought to herself. Hyeri should know how to act but as she tried to remember that one dark night, only flashbacks of her being dragged out of the house and her being abused by them appeared in her mind. How did she react when she woke with a hand over her mouth and three men standing above her? She couldn't remember but she knew not to make a scene, besides who was there to call for help? Her breath quicken as she waited for the person's next move. They withdrew their hand. "Hyeri, it's Baekhyun."

Relief washed all over Hyeri. She dropped her tight position and turned around to see a casual Baekhyun. He was no longer dressed in the nurse jumpsuit but in a sweater and some jeans. He definitely looked better than he did in his uniform.

"You scared the living crap out of me." Hyeri sat against her pillows. "How did you even get in?"

"I work here remember? I have the keys too." Baekhyun jiggled them in front of her face.