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Hansol POV
I sit by the side of Joshua's stretcher in the van. He's wearing my sweater to cover up his chest. I remember that horrible sight of the numerous cuts all over his chest, plus some under that looked maybe even years old. I shiver, not wanting to think about what could've happened to him back in LA.
What matters isn't the past, but the present and the future. And I'll make sure Joshua gets the best I can provide for him. I brush the unkempt, long bangs out of the way and kiss his forehead, not caring that the nurse was watching.
I find a box of disinfected wet wipes and wipe away some of the grime on his body. Now I understood why he always kept so much skin covered, he was afraid of me seeing the scars most likely left by his mental rapist of a father. The abuse is obvious, and he's evidently been starved.
"Once you wake up, I'm not letting you out of the shower until there are no more traces of that hell on you." The nurse, whose name is Sooyoung, chuckles, "I wish I could meet someone like you, such a kind, sincere heart." I tilt my head, "You're really pretty, why don't you ask a guy out or something?" She laughs, throwing her head back, "Well, the thing is, I have a crush on my partner Taeyeon, but she has no idea I'm not straight." She sighs, "Plus, she's dating someone else."
"Oh..." I don't really know what to say about that. She smiles, "Well, I did hear that they broke up so I guess I have a chance!"
I nod, and she offers to help. "You can tell me if I'm going to places where only you can touch." She also starts to wipe the grime off him. "I feel so sorry for this boy, he had to go through so much at such a young age."
"But he's stronger than you think," I say, "He seems fragile, like a glass bead, but he won't break that easily." I take another wipe, he starts to stir and he eventually, slowly opens his eyes. He looks around, before turning to look at me.
His eyes grow wide, and his eyes start to well up with tears. "Hansol...." And I smile at him, "Yes?" He starts sobbing again. "I thought it was all a dream, I can't believe you're really with me again." I kiss his forehead, "Did that feel like a dream to you?" He shakes his head, holding back tears.
He gently wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me closer in a hug. "Are you cold?" I ask, realising he still had no clothes. He quickly covers himself, blushing furiously.
"It's alright Joshua, you're still beautiful as you are." I gently push his hands away, planting a kiss on his abdomen. "You'll always be my blushy little kitten."
"You do realise I'm still here?" Sooyoung says, crossing her arms with an amused look on her face, "DAT BOY ON BOY ACTION DOEEE" She shamelessly exclaims, and Joshua hides his red face in my jacket.
I continue to clean him up a bit more. Sooyoung was cleaning off the dirt from his shoulders, and I decided to move on to his legs, keeping a cloth over his crotch area. "You must have been so scared..." I whisper, "But it's all over now, you don't have to worry about it anymore."
"I bet I need a haircut." He says, and I nod, "They're covering your pretty brown eyes." We both try to ignore Sooyoung fangirling over the scene as I brush the hair out of his face, wiping his face clean. "Can I kiss you?" I ask, "You don't need to ask." and with that, I lean down towards him, and our lips brushed together temporarily, but that was a sweet moment. A speck of colour in a colourless world.
He is my drug, my addiction. My salvation for my life almost completely full of shit decisions. I don't know how I managed to live so long without him.
We gaze into our eyes for a while, but he pulls me back for another kiss. This one lasted a bit longer than the first, but the sensations increased by the tenfold.
The van stops, and we pull apart so that he can be safely carried away.
"Excuse me, sir, what is your relationship with the patient?" A nurse asks, holding out a clipboard to me. "I'm his boyfriend."
He gives me the clipboard, which has a bunch of questions on it. Some have already been filled out, such as his weight, height, age, and condition but there were still many that were left unanswered.
I guess I just fill out all the others.
My eyes widen when I read over some of it, I knew that he lost weight, but I never thought he lost that much. He was 58kg before, but now, he's a shocking 40kg. It seems unreal, and I rub my eyes, unsure if it was just my eyes playing tricks or if the number on the paper was actually real.
The number starts to infuriate me, the monsters could actually inflict this on another human being. "Are you sure these numbers are accurate?" He nods, "Sadly, yes. We even triple-checked. The results were the same all three times." He sighs, "Its such a pity, the poor boy. All skin and bone." He tuts, walking away.
They're preparing him for a quick surgery right now, just to fix some rectal and internal problems. I sit beside his bed, holding his hand.
He suddenly tenses up when he sees the doctor approaching with the needle, and I can tell he's thinking about how it all started. "Don't worry, kitten." I say, giving his hand a little squeeze and he relaxes a bit. "They're here to help you. I'll still be by your side when you wake up."
A tear slides down his cheek, "I love you so much." he whispers, I kiss his forehead, "I love you too, kitten."
I don't really know what else I should do. I just continue to stroke his hair until the surgeons confirm him as unconscious and tell me to leave the room.
"We will bring him back to the room once the surgery is over." A nurse tells me, ushering me away.
I sit in the waiting room, deciding that for now, the best thing to do was to buy him something for when he wakes up.
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Sorry for my disappearance guys.
I went back home for a while and found out that China banned VPN.
