“I have an idea,” I jumped up, instantly regretting the decision. “Agh. Shit.”
My right shoulder was stiff. I could feel the stretching of the fibers as it tensed on the underside of my shoulder.
“Gray?” Joon anxiously tried to straighten me up as I bent over in pain.
I nodded. I noted the numbness of half of my fingers and tingling sensation that shot every time I moved my shoulder. Must have caught a nerve. I tried forming a fist. Just a little weak. Manageable.
“You have to move your shoulder,” he advised.
I nodded, still apprehensive. I slowly let my wings out. I tried moving my arms up, but it hurt so much. Tissue tearing and scarring and repairing and tearing again. Joon held my arms with both his hands and slowly helped me move it.
I fell on my knees with pain as I felt the tears streaking on my cheeks. “Stop.” It was so painful. Being shot was quick, but this felt like being sliced again and again and again. Being in pain was being consumed by it. There was just no place left to feel anything else. “Stop.”
“It’s almost done, just a little more,” Joon said encouragingly.
Just a little more. Just some. Joon held my arm above me as the fibers slowly reconnected. I busied myself counting my breaths. Flinching every time a sharp shooting pain radiated up my hands.
“Clench your fist,” he instructed. I did so. “Open them up.” I did that as well.
“Again?” he asked. I repeated it. “You have weakness of your hand.”
I nodded.
“Can you feel it?”
I shook my head, “Some of it is numb.”
He sighed. “Make a fist. And release.” I did. “Again.” We repeated that for a while.
Finally, Joon released my arm. I doubled over with exhaustion. I was still breathing heavily and felt really nauseous.
“You are right handed, right?”
I nodded holding the injured hand with the other, testing out finner movement. Worse than I had thought initially.
“I’ll come back, later,” Jimin’s voice came, quickly followed by the door closing.
Fuck. “How long had he been here for?”
“He had been here for a while,” Joon said.
Now that he mentioned it, I smelled him a lot more clearly but everything was coated by the pungent metallic taste of blood. That vampire made almost no noise while moving.
“Do we still have some sterile syringes left?” I asked, moving up to the bed and sitting down.
“Yeah,” he answered. “What are you thinking about?”
“Maybe my blood-” I started.
“No,” Joon protested. “You just bled buckets, literal buckets, Gray. You haven’t eaten for God knows how long. Just no.”
“I feel fine.” As I slowly moved my arm around, I began releasing that there was some weakness in my wrist movement as well.
“What?” Joon asked worriedly, sitting on the floor in front of me.
Weakness of my arm, but minimal. “Nothing,” I answered. “I just feel really nauseated.”
Joon stood up and sat next to me, rubbing my wings. I extended my wings, so he could put his arm under it and around me. He gently stroked my arm.
“What happened, Joonie?”
“So much. So much happened in the past few days.”
I could still feel everything so vividly. Feel the thoughts running through me. “ I want-wanted so much. I felt like I needed so much because that’s how empty I felt. I could feel myself reaching it but then I-” I sighed. “I don’t know. I wanted to live so much, Joonie. I just wanted to be alive.”
“I understand.” He squeezed arms.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, silently hoping that it was going to be us till the end and I didn't have to do it on my own.
“I don’t know.”
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