Don't Fall In Love With Me

Chapter 17

He’s okay.
 

He’s okay.
 

The phrase repeated a few more times in my head before it actually sank in. I stared at Baekhyun’s father in awe. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even think I could say anything if I even knew what to say. I was definitely prepared for the worst, but now that I had the best news, I couldn’t react.
 

A nurse running up to his father snapped me out of my trance.
 

“He’s coding,” she said.
 

I stared at her in confusion, wishing I understood what that could have meant, but I assumed it was bad. A nurse would not be running up to him for a reason that was nothing other than bad news.
 

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath as he took off to what I assumed was Baekhyun’s room.
 

All of the weight that I felt fall off my shoulders was back within a millisecond. Doctors were supposed to be well composed and they definitely weren’t supposed to panic, but the look on Baekhyun’s father’s spoke otherwise.
 

I followed closely behind the nurse, desperate to escape the waiting room I had been in for the past 9 hours. I needed to see him. These could possibly be his last seconds on this earth. And with that thought my pace quickened.
 

I could only hope that Baekhyun would be okay.
 

Baekhyun’s father slammed the door open and all I could hear were beeping machines and frantic attendings trying to figure out what was wrong. All the other madness seemed to fade away when Baekhyun came into my view.
 

His face was swollen and there were stitches all across his face. He was having multiple spasms in his bed and he couldn’t seem to stay still. My heart ached. He must’ve been in so much pain.
 

“He’s maxed out on pain meds, but obviously they’re not enough,” One of the attendings said.
 

Baekhyun’s father walked up to Baekhyun and grabbed him by the shoulders trying to keep him still. “Baekhyun, I know it hurts. I know it hurts a lot. But you did it, son. You’re alive. You won the battle.” Baekhyun stared back into his father’s eyes while breathing heavily and seemed to calm down as he laid back in his bed. The beeping of the machines began to steady and everyone in the room sighed in relief.
 

“He’s conscious?” I asked as suddenly everyone in the room turned to me. Baekhyun’s father nodded and everyone in the room started splitting like the Red Sea as I walked towards my frail looking boy-… whatever he was to me.
 

I gently sat down on his bed, desperately wanting to stroke his fake, but I knew that it must’ve been in a lot of pain, so I restrained myself. He tried to sit up, but I shook my head.
 

“Don’t move. You need rest.” I assumed that Baekhyun probably couldn’t talk considering how much pain he had to go through just to move his mouth. He let out a huff as his hand went searching for mine. I let out a small chuckle as I grabbed his hand and cupped it to my face.
 

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Baekhyun’s father said. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him and all he did was nod in reply as he left. I had never felt more grateful to a person in my life. The last thing I truly cared about was still alive and it was all because of him.
 

I brought Baekhyun’s hand into my lap as I interlaced it with my own.
 

“Does it hurt a lot?” I asked. He gently nodded and I couldn’t help but frown. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Things could have been a lot worse. His body could have responded to the surgery terribly or even worse, he could have died. I took a deep breath as I realized that he was alive and that he’d eventually be fine.