Someday In Space

CHAPTER 24 - Past

"First things first, Saeran's your brother isn't he?"

"Yeah... He's my twin."

Seven had told the doctors that you were awake. The head doctor had told you to take it easy and try not to move your shoulder in particular. They had to stitch your wound. The doctors had replaced the old, bloodied bandages with fresh, new ones. When you asked if you would be okay, the doctors told you that they expected the wound to heal fine, but there would definitely be a scar. Since they left, leaving you and Seven sitting next to each other on your bed, you started asking Seven questions.

"He wanted you dead. You know that right?" You put a hand on his to comfort him.

"No," Seven shook his head, "I thought he just wanted me to suffer. That's why he... he..." He lowered his head and shook it again.

"Hey, it's okay Seven. I'm fine."

"It's not okay!" He yelled. He looked up at you, his eyes burning with anger. "You almost DIED. Do you know how I would have lived with that? 'Cos I sure don't!"

"Seven. I'm not dead. I'm alive" You kept your voice low, trying to calm him down.

"He told me he killed you, [Y/N]," He grabbed your shoulders and you flinched with pain, "I thought you were dead! Do you know what I would have done if you died? I would... I would..." He squeezed his eyes shut, "I would have killed myself!"

"Seven..."

"I didn't even know that you were in trouble." Tears spilled over his cheeks. You hugged him gently with your good arm as he cried. "Seven, promise me that you won't kill yourself if I die." You whispered.

"Okay."

"And don't blame yourself for this either."

"But [Y/N]." He struggled out of your grip so you put your good hand on his shoulder.

"Stop," You kept your voice firm, "Just stop." You leaned over and kissed him softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "I don't want to lose you." He muttered against your lips. You put your right hand on his chest. "And I don't want to leave your side." You murmured. Seven let go of your waist and slid his hands up your forearms. He eventually reached your shoulders. You put your arm around him and kissed him feverishly. His fingers touched your wound, sending sharp pain shooting down your back. You groaned softly, not wanting to break the kiss. "Sorry." He muttered. Seven moved his hand pulled you closer, not realising that his hand was still pressing against the sensitive flesh around the stitches, pain traveled down your back. You pulled your head back. "Oww." You rubbed your shoulder lightly, careful not to hurt yourself. Seven let go of you. "Sorry [Y/N]," He rubbed the back of his neck, "I forgot about that."

"It's fine." You smiled at him. The curtains opened and a doctor wearing a grim expression came in. Seven stood up quickly. "Doctor. What's wrong?"

"Saeran might not make it."

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