[ENG/PL] Bloodstained Hands / Dłonie skąpane we krwi

[ENG]

Blood. Her palms were covered in blood.

For a long time after waking up, she simply sat still, and with eyes seemingly deprived of emotions, she stared at her own hands–trying to understand what had happened. Trying to understand where all the blood and the scratches on her neck came from.

They weren't there before she went to sleep...

After a moment she realized that her ears had been ringing constantly ever since she got up.

As she awoke, she began to remember this terrible dream. A nightmare from which she had just woken up but left behind these horrible, heart-ripping images.

And blood on her hands.

Her pupils narrowed slightly when she realized, that it wasn't her blood. Not hers...

A strangled cry escaped from the girl's throat.

"That can't be it, after all it was just a dream. It's impossible that something happened to him. Impossible..."She chanted the words in her mind, hastily turning on the computer.

Trembling, and with her hands still stained with the red substance, she entered the address of a Korean Information website.

She prayed it wouldn't be true. She prayed that she only accidentally harmed herself while sleeping. She prayed that the news would dismiss her thoughts and dreams.

At a rapid pace, her gaze drifted from word to word, slowly calming down.

The media was silent, so everything must be fine. Right?

But just in case, she refreshed the page. She had to make sure nothing happened.

She felt the ground linger beneath her feet as she read the news that had just appeared on the site. With the horror painted on her face she looked at the computer, then at her hands, not wanting to believe it. Unable to understand the certainty with which this one particular thought bounced off the walls of her mind.

"This blood... belongs to him."

***

He didn't exactly know what had happened to him. He only remembered that he was going somewhere with his manager. Apart from that, he couldn't remember anything other than her – the mysterious woman who'd saved him before he died. A woman accompanied by brightness.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Heechullie?" The shivering voice of the leader reached his ears.

"Hyung, turn on the light, please", he asked, searching for his hand and squeezing it gently once he found them.

"Chullie, don't joke like this, please", he heard. Something was wrong. Why did Leeteuk sound so sad and why did he think Heechul was joking?

He squeezed his friend's hand harder, completely confused.

"Why would I joke about this? Hyung, light them up."

He did not expect that answer. Even for a moment, it didn't occur to him that something was wrong with him.

"It's the middle of the day, Heechullie..."

"Wha- no, now you're kidding me, hyung."

Heechul nervously tried to look around, but he couldn't see anything. How could it be daytime when it's completely dark everywhere?

"It's quite bright, Chullie. Quite bright", he heard Leeteuk trying to control his voice with all his might.

And that's when he realized why his hyung spoke to him in such a sad tone.

Once again he remembered the woman who touched his eyelids before something big hit him and knocked him unconscious.

"This woman.. Sh-she closed my eyes."

Leeteuk wiped away tears, which, though unwanted, stubbornly flowed down his face as he looked at his friend who just announced that a woman had closed his eyes. Was it a shock after the incident? Temporary confusion of the senses associated with the sudden loss of sight?

"Chullie, there was no one in the car except you and manager hyung–"

"You're wrong. She was there. I don't know how she got there and who she is, but she was there", he said, clenching his fists. He spoke so confidently that Jungsu almost believed him. Almost, because it couldn't be true.

"Hee, maybe get some sleep" he suggested, not wanting him to realize that he was talking bullshit."You look very tired."

The leader left the room and without thinking, he hit the wall with all his strength, feeling the pain spread over his body. He repeated the action several times, venting his frustration.
He had to be strong. Heechul needed him now more than ever.