Finding True Love

Forgiveness

Knock stretched and rolled over for a third time that night. His hand reaching in the dark for the body that lay beside him.

"Would you go to sleep already?" The muffled voice said next to him.

Knock rolled away, moving to the other side of the bed, turning his back toward the center of the bed. He let out a dissatisfied sigh. From behind him he felt the bed shift and a hand drift over his side, around his waist. With a swift tug, the body behind him was pulled against his own. The other person's front pressed into his back. Knock could feel the cloth bandage wrapped around their waist as it pushed into his bare skin.

"You should still be in the hospital." Knock whispered at Korn.

"I'm fine."

"You passed out."

"I was tired. I needed a little nap. Even the doctors said I was fine."

"That's not what they said."

"One doctor said it."

"You tricked P'Bright into saying so. Something about giving him a hint to Farm's next date."

"Whatever. He sent me home."

"Then why didn't you go to your home. Why are you here?"

"I will get better here." The arm tightened around his waist. Besides, we need to talk."

"Didn't someone just tell me to go to sleep already?" Knock moved his head on his pillow, pushing his nose deeper into the fabric.

"I'm awake now." Korn shifted his position.

"And I tried to talk to you in the hospital, but you kept changing the subject."

"I had a concussion, I don't remember everything."

Knock tried to remove Korn's heavy arm from around this waist. "See, you should still be in the hospital."

"No, I will get better here."

Knock let a loud groan. "Now you're talking in circles."

"But it's true. Even P'Bright agrees."

"I really don't think that's what he said."

"Doesn't matter. I'm here now." Korn snuggled his face into Knock's back. His warm breath licking across his bare skin. Knock didn't want to surrender, didn't want to relax, but as with every moment since the attack he couldn't stop himself. His own injuries from Ram either fading or forgotten. While all his anger had been directed at Korn, seeing him lying there on the steps unconscious the fight had gone out of him in a blink of an eye.

In those first few seconds that Korn fell against the steps, Knock screamed. He shoved himself off the wall that Ram had pinned him to, jumped over the injured policeman and landed at Korn's side. He slid his hand behind Korn's back, lifting his limp body into his arms. The tears hurt as they ran from his injured eye. His jaw ached from repeating Korn's name over and over, but he barely noticed the pain. He could only see Korn in his arms, weak, injured and bruised.

The voices of the policemen came as an annoyance. As if a buzzing fly in his ear. Every ounce of focus was on Korn. He fought against the hands that pulled him away from Korn. Reached for the hands that lifted Korn and the injured policeman down the stairs. Whispered prayers for Korn's wellbeing over and over to anyone that would listen.

In a blink of an eye he was at the hospital. He had no memory of arriving. Around him, their friends waited with him for any news. Later he learned that it was Yihwa that found him restrained by policemen screaming Korn's name. She had calmed him enough to get him to the hospital. She had put the call out to all their friends. And now she waited with her strong shoulder for Knock to rest on.