ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ; ᴍ.ʏɢ. 🚬

mask

mask

/mask/

noun

a covering for all or part of the face, worn as a disguise, or to amuse or terrify other people.

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i woke up in a daze, i kept fading in and out of consciousness. once i finally gathered myself, i glanced around the room momentarily.

i was in the hospital. the bland white walls clashing terribly with the florescent lights. i begin to panic as looked below the sheets and saw nothing but a hospital gown and how it stopped just above my thighs.

the word etched into my skin was like a permanent tattoo that no one wanted. just looking at it makes me was to vomit in disgust.

an IV tube was stabbed into my upper arm, seeing the fluids dangle from the plastic bag above. i quickly removed the sheets and attempted to stand up and get away from this horrible place. the attempt failed miserably and i collapsed on to the floor with a thud.

the sound of footsteps could be heard, i quickly grab a thin sheet and cover my legs. before i knew it, a nurse and an unfamiliar man were looking down at me with worry plastered on their faces. the man looked to be in his early twenties, the majority of his hair covered by a dark grey beanie with a hint of mint green locks peeking from underneath. a mask was covering the bottom half of his face. the nurse gave a worried look before trying to pull me up by my arm. i lightly pushed her away, saying i was fine.

"no you're not." she said stubbornly, "your body is really weak from fatigue and lack of food, you shouldn't be trying to move around."

i felt the stares on me shamefully as sat down at the edge of the bed, still covering my thighs protectively with the sheets.

"fine then," i sigh, "may i have a longer gown?"

she shook her head, "i'm afraid i can't do that. doctors need those for better examination."

my body begins to twitch slightly,

"were you the one that undressed me?" i asked cautiously.

she nodded her head sympathetically.

she must've seen my scar.

'i don't need your sympathy,' i thought sourly as i yank the IV tubes from my arm.

they both gasped,  the nurse rushing to my assistance. i put a hand out in front of me, gesturing that i didn't need any help.

tears dared to prick my eyes.

i didn't want her sympathy or compassion...

it irritated me that she saw everything without my consent.

she tried to grab my arm.

"don't fucking touch me!" i shout. she looked surprised and reluctantly let go.

if this gets out to news reporters, i'm screwed. i looked around the room for my phone and quickly grabbed it.

"hello? yuna, where have you been?" i heard the familiar voice on the other line, "you were supposed to be here an hour ago for practice..."

i sighed and replied to him,

"i have been hospitalized." i huff out angrily, occasionally glaring at the nurse, "could you possibly pick me up?"

"oh my, what happened to make you be hospitalized?!" he said, concern dripping in his voice.

"that's beside the point, can you come pick me up by any chance?" i ask hopefully.

"i don't think i can until tomorrow, yuna." he sighed seeming frustrated.

i groan in despair.

"it's okay, i know you're busy and such. " i sigh, "i'll find my way home somehow."

there was a small pause on the other line before he replied.

"how are you going to get home without someone seeing you at the hospital?"

"i'll improvise." i say without a hint of doubt in my voice before hanging up the phone with a click.

i looked around before directing my attention to the nurse.

"you." i huff, "you want to help me, right?"

she nodded.

"could you please get me a mask like his and some pants?" i say while pointing at the mint haired boy.

she hesitantly hurried out of the room, leaving me alone with the mysterious boy.

the silence was growing ever so slightly before the boy decided to break it.

"if you need a ride back to your apartment, i can let you hitch a ride with me." he mumbled before rubbing his neck.

"no offense, but why would i get into a car with a stranger that i have only said a few words to and intentionally tell him my address?" i asked coldly.

he simply shrugged before adjusting his mask.

"i mean, i'm just assuming that we live in the same apartment complex since i saw you pass out as you were walking to a room." he said nonchalantly.

i avoided his terrible gaze.

before i could even reply back, the nurse walked in with my clothes and a mask. she bowed nervously before leaving.

my eyes softened sadly as her nervous figure walked out the door in a hurry.

i should have been more sympathetic towards her, she was only doing her job...

i dug my head into my shaky palms only to look up and lock gazes with the boy.

eyes always told a story, and believe me when i say that his eyes had an effect on me.

"if you won't take my offer," he said all the while holding our intimate gaze, "then i'll be on my way, yuna."

i felt a shudder rise through my body as he said my name. he smirked devilishly as he made his way out of the hospital room.

i felt, as if, i could finally breathe now that his presence was no longer lingering.

whoa...

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every time i type yuna it auto corrects to tuna lmao.

~A