GET FREE [jaeyong]

[16]

A/N - the angst has been overwhelmingly heavy, I'm sorry for that.

[SIXTEEN]

"I wanna hold the hand inside you. I wanna take a breath that's true. I look to you, and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth. You live your life, you go in shadow. You'll come apart and you'll go blind. Some kind of night into your darkness covers your eyes with what's not there.
Fade into you."

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TAEYONG woke up, body aching from sleeping in a weird position. He heard his sister's quiet breathing from beside him, and came to the conclusion that they must've passed out when watching Disney movies. He tried to move, but realized his sister's arm was sprawled across his lap, so he subtly eased his way out and crawled off the couch and rubbed at his throbbing eyes.

The tv was turned off, the skies outside the windows dark. The house was dead silent. He let out a breath of air and picked up the cans and crinkly chip bags off the ground and coffee table so his mom didn't have to deal with it tomorrow, and cleaned up in the kitchen before stuttering off into his bedroom.

Taeyong sluggishly dragged himself to his bed and fell on top of the mattress, swinging his blanket over his cold body and burying himself in it.

Being as tired as he was, he almost expected to fall asleep fairly quickly, but unfortunately nothing comes that easy to him. He thought about what his sister said to him, about how he should give Jaehyun a chance.

A chance at what, exactly?

Being his friend? Or a chance at helping him, before he was deemed fine and he'd just leave again? A chance at completely shattering his heart and he'd be left to pick up the pieces, all by himself?

Because he knew how that worked out.

Taeyong curled in himself tighter. His thoughts were louder tonight, it seemed. He closed his eyes and saw Jaehyun in the darkness of his eyelids; he looked stoic, silent, staring right back at Taeyong with empty orbs. Then as quick as he was there, he'd vanished.

A fear crawled inside the boy's veins, images of the hospital resurfacing inside his head.

He remembered the ambulance. Everything was rushed, but at the same time, felt so painstakingly slow. His body was put down on a cold table and he recalled a person standing next to his side. His sister sat in the front of the vehicle with the driver and he could hear their murmurs between the loud sirens and fast wheels underneath him—the ride was bumpy and uncomfortable, and Taeyong recalled desperately wanting it to be over.

The insides of his body felt like it was being eaten alive by poison, every inch of his stomach screaming out in pain and the lining feeling as if it was breaking apart and washing away, unable to protect him from the influx of medication streaming through his liver.

Taeyong wasn't able to sit still for long before he urged his body up and vomited. It was a green, light color, staining his clothes and alarming the man watching over him. The nurse cleaned him up and gave him a bag where he would continue to throw up on an empty stomach for the rest of the hour, blinking in and out of consciousness.

They reached the hospital and he was immediately put in a room with a nurse. It was so cold in there, he shook and trembled and even the heated blankets the nurse gave him wasn't enough. He couldn't stop shaking. His sight was foggy and he time jumped quite a bit, once seeing his sister with tears streaming down her flushed skin and then looking inside the green bag he was wrenching in seconds later.