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It was the seventh day after he woke up, making it a week, two weeks and a half in total of his stay in the hospital.
He would be discharged in the evening and he couldn't wait any longer to leave. The hospital was suffocating, but truthfully, what suffocated him the most were visiting hours.
When guests arrived, surrounding his bed like they were analyzing a mummy's tomb, Chanyeol felt absolutely vulnerable.
They would chat, laugh, talk about things he had no idea what were about. As if he didn't already suffer headaches every now and then, when they were around, the aching would increase to the point that he'd pretend to be asleep just so that they would leave.
Ten months, Chanyeol has lost memories of the past ten months due to the accident.
It was eleven in the morning; he could hear the busy streets right next to his window. His nurse walked in and gave him a halfhearted smile. "So you're leaving us tonight."
Sighing, he turned his eyes to look at the window ignoring her. When she didn't hear a response, she stepped to the window and shut the curtains, roughly.
He knotted his brows in anger but couldn't really do anything about it. It wasn't even the first time she acted like that, like a total bitch.
"I'm sure going to miss this handsome face of yours." The nurse exhaled while she caressed his face, stopping near his plump lips.
Chanyeol gazed back at her with heavy lidded eyes. He didn't move as he waited to see what she would do next, though her eyes said it all.
Cautiously, she slipped the tip of her thumb between his lips. After wetting it with his saliva, she retracted her finger and brought it to her mouth. Chanyeol watched her as she licked her thumb a few times before sucking it.
"As sweet as honey."
The nurse then gave him a smile before pressing the button that repositioned the bed into a seating position.
"Come on let's walk you to the bathroom."
He raised a brow at her. "Where're the other nurses? We both know you won't be able to carry me by yourself."
She ignored him as she went out of the room for a minute and came back with a wheelchair.
The nurse held his arm after bringing the wheelchair as close as possible to the bed. "This time I want to have you all to my self. It'll be the last time I see you anyway."
Chanyeol slapped her hand away and attempted to stand up by himself. He was cursed to have such a crazy nurse but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of glancing at his private parts this time.
She watched him struggle with arms crossed over her chest. When he stopped trying and looked at her with both angry and pleading eyes, she bit her lips at the sight.
"What?"
"What the fuck do you mean what? Help me get up," he snarled.
The nurse seemed purely amused as she held his arms from behind and pulled him backward to the wheelchair. When his bottom reached the chair, Chanyeol breathed out in exhaustion.
"Okay now get the hell out of here, I can manage by myself." The boy ordered without looking her way.
She looked oddly calm while standing behind his wheelchair. As she walked to the door, he shut his eyes relieved that she didn't protest as usual.
The boy stopped at the bathroom door, opened it and entered. The hardest part was next. Trying to stand and position himself correctly so that it would reach the toilet.
Shit.
It was harder than he thought. After a few struggles, Chanyeol knew he had to call the nurse back as he noticed two tiny stains forming on his hospital dress, down there.
He wasn't surprised to see her standing by the door only a second after he pressed the call button near the toilet. She didn't even leave the room the whole time.
"Well? Aren't you coming inside? I need help," he spoke with difficulty.
The nurse eyed his pitiful state with lips in a thin line. Chanyeol felt like chocking her but he knew he needed her help.
"Come on, I won't push you away."
Her brow rose seemingly interested, she walked inside with steady steps and stood in front of him.
"Take it off."
"Huh?"
"You've dirtied it. Take it off I'll get you a new one."
Chanyeol was a bit taken aback by how fast she noticed. The boy even brought his arms over the place trying to hide it in embarrassment. "No thanks. I'm getting out tonight there's no need for a new one."
After glaring down at him for a good one minute, she closed the toilet seat and plopped down on it. "Fine, then I won't help you."
"Are you serious right now!" He almost yelled. "Get the fuck up and help me stand you fucking crazy-"
"What's going on here?"
Startled, both turned to look at the door where Taemin stood confused.
