Son, be good.

Part 4

Sehun

I glanced around the room wondering what had happened that caused me to be here. In the hospital? There was something missing. I can feel it but I could not put my finger on it.

I stared at the doorway as someone entered the room. He was smiling in relief. He looks disheveled, tired, too thin and mostly looks like he was barely surviving.

"Sehun." He's eyes were kind, almost loving. "Are you alright? I'm really sorry for everything."

I looked up and stared at his brown deer-like eyes as he sat down beside my bed. I reached over and caressed his cheek. He's eyes widened, momentarily surprised by my action.

"Sorry." I pulled my hand away and looked down. "My hand acted on its own accord."

"It's okay. I've really missed you." He reached out for me.

When he held on to my hands and squeezed it for assurance, I felt safe and complete being with him. It's only that.

"I'm sorry but who are you?"