Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Fifty One - No More Nightmares

Wake up, Yoongi...

I sat upright with immense force, not being mindful of the IV lines or whatever wires connected on my body, leaving me confounded and disoriented as the intensity of the unnerving pain rushed from head to toe from the sudden jolt. I breathed through my mouth hoping to lessen every single kind of discomfort.

"Oh, God... You're awake!" My mother came rushing, a rosary clutched in her small hand and a white handkerchief on the other. She kissed my forehead, her lips lingered for a bit before gently pushing me on propped up pillows. "Sweetheart, don't move too much, you've been stiched up only hours ago."

"Mom! You're real, right? This isn't a dream, right?" I croaked, my throat dry and itchy. I pressed my face onto my scaly palm, hiding the fact that I was pinching myself to confirm that this isn't another nightmare as trust started wavering. I was still confused.

"Would you like me to call your doctor? Let me get-"

I grabbed my mother's hand before she could turn to leave and placed it on my cheek. I needed a moment to re-establish a tranquil sense, her warmth comforted the bitter cold, the fearful nightmare on replay confusing my mind had subsided, but the horrors inside me must have manifested, as she lowered her head to meet my eyes.

"You're okay... Your Dad and I were so worried about you. All night my tummy had been upset, I couldn't eat, that gut feeling so strong, that something terrible happened to you," she said gloomily.

"I'm sorry. For always causing so much trouble. I'm sorry, Mom."

"I'd hug you tight right now if not for your wound," she motioned at the bandaged part of my chest. "I guess I did a pretty good job raising you, I'm so proud of you. Oh, Yoongi, thank goodness you're alright..."

She cupped the back of my head and pressed her forehead on mine, every drop of her emotions proved direful to suppress and they came crashing like a waterfall. She cried with admirable poise, as expected from my graceful mother. My heart hurts for her, she must be worried sick. With my good arm, I mimicked her affection, my fingers running down her flowy hair as my lips curled to a weak smile.

With one last sniff, she regained composure, dabbing her eyes with her already drenched handkerchief. "Oh, Mia's father took her home to get her cleaned up, if you're wondering where she's gone. The poor girl's in her bloody clothes all evening, bawling her eyes out since you both arrived here at the hospital and until she left."

My eyes felt popping off of their sockets at the mention of Mia. "Is she okay? Mom-" Stupidly, I leaned on the railings with my wounded side, wiggling my way out of the bed in search for her, but I stopped abruptly as the sharp pain on my shoulder reminded me of the terrible state that I was in.

"She's okay, nothing to worry about," she said as she supported me to sit with my legs dangling on the edge. "The doctor said she only suffered minor injuries, mostly cuts and scrapes, buy they were already treated. She did not want to leave you, kept refusing getting treatment, even after your operation she stayed beside you, calling your name and wanting to be here when you wake up. She's so sweet, I can't believe you kept us in the dark about having a new, pretty girlfriend. Oh. Wait, I have to call your doctor, I'll be back, Babybear..." she said, kissing my cheek before running out the door.

"Oh, God." I slumped back onto the bed, the weight of my guilty conscience drowning me in pools of sorrows. The gruesome memories of my own assault haunting me, crawling like poisonous vines deemed to envenom and ruin my sanity. Crane failed to kill me, but he dealt an even bigger damage; He left me scarred, frightened, and contrite, picturing myself in his place, a hideous beast who tortured and abused Mia without remorse, just like I did months ago. It doesn't matter if my attempt was unsuccessful, but that fact that I did desire to wreck such an innocent girl was beyond unforgivable. I'm afraid that this monstrocity still lurks in the deep dark corners of my mind.

Speaking of the angel, she came busting through the door, her eyes wide and pale gray, panting and limping as she rushed to my side, and threw herself on me like an eager lover, her skinny arms around my neck. All I could do was gasp through the pain and endure the pressure, savouring this moment of two forlorn hearts finally reuniting after long and lonely hours apart.

She was my redemption and my downfall.

I could feel her trembling under my touch, her sigh of relief, her heart pounding, her fears, her frailty. I could feel everything.

"You look lovely in that dress. Thank you for wearing it tonight, it's my favorite one on you," I said, aiming as a distraction to lighten up the mood. It was the same mint dress she wore on our first date, and she looked stunning and irresistable. But Mia refused to let go, her face buried on the crook of my neck, her tears sliding down my shoulder.

"Hey, I'm okay, Mia. Please don't cry. You've cried enough, Love."

She shook her head, strands of her silky hair brushing against my face, her raspberry scent wafting in the air, that sweet, familiar fragrance intoxicating me, making me feel even more relaxed. I kept stroking her hair to ease her distress, or maybe it was my way of telling her I'm here, I'd live for her, I'd die for her, I'd do anything for her.

"I was so scared... I thought I would lose you..." She cried quietly, but her agony was noticeable and heartbreaking.

"Look at me, Love," I raised her chin, and with my thumb I wiped her flowing tears, "I promised you I'll protect you, didn't I?"

She held my hand to cup her cold cheek, leaning possessively and grazing her lips against the palm of my hand, "But you didn't promise that you won't leave me."

"I did, silly girl. Don't you remember?" I chuckled at her. "Shall I renew my promises right now?"

She looked exceptionally adorable as she vigorously nodded her head like a child saying yes to a candy bar, with my hand still on her gorgeous face.

"Promise me. Promise me you will NEVER leave me."

How can anyone resist? How can anyone say no?

"Lee Mia, I VOW to forever that I'll never leave you. I'll always protect you. I'll make sure you're okay, to push you out of harm's way, until my last breath."

This was real now. This wasn't a dream.

Her unspoken love verified that this is reality.