SWITCHED | WOOSAN

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San heard muffled noises, and slowly he felt his body and head ache. He winced when he felt the back of his head, and it felt fuzzy in the back of his mind. He gave a groan as he barely opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was darkness. He then slowly moved his head to the right, showing a small tube in his arm and bandages. He gave another soft groan as he realized he was in the hospital, he must've hit his head pretty hard.

He then looked to his left, and there he unexpectedly saw a passed out Wooyoung sitting in a chair with his head on the bed, and his hand holding his. He could tell because the moon shined brightly on the both of them, and there was the tiniest night light in the room. His heart raced a little at this, and he gave a soft smile as he weakly gripped Wooyoungs hand.

Wooyoung woke up almost immediately from that gesture, and looked towards San, eyes full of concern. He then saw San was awake and gave a sigh of relief.

"I thought you would never wake up." Wooyoung whispered as he stared at the other.

"How long have I been out?" San asked in a low voice, almost afraid to speak out.

"Half a day, your were unconscious." Wooyoung said, caressing the boy's soft hand.

San cursed under his breath as he leaned back and laid his aching head on the pillow again, closing his eyes.

Silence overtook the room.

"They said something else as well..." Wooyoung said in a small voice as his grip tightened on the others hand.

San opened his eyes to look at Wooyoung.

"What is it?"

"They said you were underweight, and that if you don't eat then you could have trouble with your own ability to get out of bed. They also said that your lungs were weak...from the smoking." Wooyoungs voice was laced with concern, and San gave a soft sigh as he looked at the others brown orbs.

"Wooyoung-"

"And don't you dare start with that bullshit of 'your okay'! I know your not okay and this makes me- this makes me lose my mind I c-can't handle this I-" Wooyoung buried his face in his hands, and San's heart broke at the sight.

"I cant lose you."

He heard him whisper, and felt guilt squeeze his heart as it shivered through his whole body.

He saw Wooyoungs body shake the slightest as the grip on his hand returned.

"Which is why your staying here, and getting the help you need." He whispered, and San froze at the thought.

'NO.' His mind screamed at him. It screamed at him to run, so far that nobody could find him and help him. He wanted help, he really did, but he was so scared of letting it open. He was scared that if he showed his vulnerable state everyone would take it for granted, he couldn't.

He wouldn't.

"No." San said.

"San I'm not asking-" Wooyoung started, but was quickly cut off.