His Boxy Smiles

Chapter 49

{             Dear my lovely readers,
       Happy New Year! I sincerely hope that 2017 would be a blessed year for all of us! I'm sorry I can only provide one chapter for today. But then again, I just might kick this writer's block in the ass and provide the next chapter tomorrow. Who knows? *smirks*

Anyway, I apologise if this chapter disappoints. Not like I'm giving an excuse but this chapter was extremely difficult to write, especially when this stupid writer's block is clingy as shit (excuse the language).  *cough* 1PERCYJACKSONFAN, you the best! Thank you! *cough* sister of mine, you suck, boo!! *cough*
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Taehyung felt like he was run over by a truck, quite literally but not really. Maybe because he did get hit by one but that was weeks ago (a month maybe).

Given Taehyung's misery and suffering, he didn't think he could feel more vulnerable and fragile than before. Even the lady nurse took notice of it and had asked if he was alright when she had come by to check on him earlier.

Taehyung knew this was going to happen so he wasn't at all regretful since he chose to do it. What he feels instead though was dread.

His eyes had long dried from his tears the previous night but the stains were left untouched on his cheeks. He was certain he slept while his whole body trembled, probably because he purged his mind, digging up the things he burried deep down while he dealt with the ones that he couldn't bury, all at the same time.

Now that everything's been brought to light and written on a notebook, Taehyung felt exposed and unsafe. He felt like he was dead, more dead than he felt before (if that was even possible). He's even certain that his eyes held no light, as if life was drained out of him. But that was alright because once his members gets the notebook, they'd help him fix himself. They would make him feel alive again. He hoped.

He'd been staring off into space, blinking really slowly and unmoving, almost like he wasn't breathing. Well, he felt like it.

He thought of nothing in particular from the moment he woke up and he hoped that goes on for a long time because he really didn't need his brain to condemn him any time soon. At least give him some break. A break is what he was asking for.

Closing his eyes, he hoped for a relatively good day but he knew that that was a wishful thinking. It wouldn't be long before his mind decides to betray him. He knew because that always happens.

A knock cut through the silence of the room all of a sudden.

As out of the blue as it seemed, Taehyung didn't even flinch despite his trauma induced sensitivity, almost like he didn't hear it at all.

Taehyung didn't even give the door a glance, or acknowledge the person who had entered. His eyes just stayed close, his breathing as even as it could be. Whoever had entered might just think he was fast asleep.

"Taehyung-shi, how are we feeling today?" it was his doctor.

Taehyung slowly opened his eyes and slightly turned his head to look into his doctor's friendly ones.

He didn't have to say a word for Dr Lee to understand.

"Okay," Dr Lee smiled at him softly and with empathy. "Your vitals are good. Blood pressure's leaning towards normal." he lifted Taehyung's hospital gown to look at his wound. He didn't even wince in pain when the doctor lifted the coating that was covering that hideous three inch cut on his side. "I'd say you're almost ready to start eating solid food too. That means no more IV drops." There was silence after that, one that the doctor purposely created in the hopes that Taehyung would say something but he didn't. "Your fever's gone but you're still quite accessible to infections. My advice? Keep up the rate you're going and you'd grow your immune system strong and effective." With another intentional silence that fell upon them, "well-"