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"So he stole the papers?"
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was still in the lab, but it was empty.
I was in the bed, but the rest of the beds were empty. The light filtered in through the window and I realized it was morning.
I had my exam today. I had skipped an exam today.
I don't know why the panic wasn't building up. Maybe, my reactions had slowed down to everything.
Was this a side effect to a trauma?
I got up and walked to the office outside.
Jin, Baekhyun, Suho and Taehyung sat in a loose circle on the desk chairs. They seemed to be having a very serious discussion.
The moment they caught sight of me, Jin got up smiling.
"Y/n!" He greeted me.
"What happened? Who stole the papers?" I asked. I just had the itch to know everything.
Jin shook his head. "Let's drop you home."
"Where are the rest?" I asked.
"They woke up and left. Namjoon dropped your friend and brother home."
"Were they mad at me?" I don't know why, I just randomly happened to ask that.
The last time I spoke to them, most of them sounded mad at me. Pissed for what?
"Why would they be? They just seemed tired and spoke very little. They're still under the effects of the drug."
I nodded as I processed that. "Okay."
"Come." Jin took my hand. He offered me chocolate, but I politely declined.
"You haven't eaten in two days."
"How would you know?"
"Taehyung told me."
I felt a lump in my throat. None of that mattered as long as I was changing my sanitary napkins regularly.
I didn't feel hungry. I just wanted to shower and sleep.
Sleep forever.
Not wake up and see any more reminders of how pathetic of a blot I was in everybody's life wherever I entered or existed.
I had dragged everyone through dirt and there was no saying anything otherwise.
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