Ocean's Descent ||| Woosan (Ateez)

4

San winced when he was slowly lowered to sit on the edge of the bathtub. He knew all the moving around was probably the worst thing he could have done, but he didn't want to be stuck on the beach anymore.

Even so, it felt like he was probably just bruised. At least, that's all he hoped it was.

Yeosang knelt down in front of him and helped him take his shirt off, which resulted in him having to work the sleeve down and off San's left arm because he couldn't lift it.

"You must have hit something when you fell overboard." His friend muttered. "Can you move it to the side at all?"

San hissed and rotated his arm a little. It almost felt like he didn't have any muscle power... This was worse than he thought.

And that was backed up by the gasp that came from Yeosang and Jongho, who had just stepped into the bathroom with a first aid kit.

"San..." Yeosang whispered.

Biting his lip, San looked down at his left side and saw that it was colored several shades of purple, red, and black. "Fuck."

"What do we do?" Yeosang turned to Jongho, his hand now covering his mouth.

"Nothing, I'm fine." San waved his good hand back and forth. He didn't want to go to any hospital, mostly because he didn't have health insurance. "Just wrap it for now and we will see how it does in a couple of days.

"Bu—"

"Yeosang, you know I can't right now. So I'm just going to have to deal with it. If it gets any worse then I'll let you take me, but I can't afford it..." San looked down at the ground. He could feel my embarrassment rising with the stares coming from Yeosang and his friend.

"Ok, I'm going to help you lift your arm then." Yeosang said gently.

He and Jongho worked together to wrap San's waist in a bandage to put pressure on whatever damage had been done. The back of his mind told him there could be internal bleeding, but he was hoping it was just a bruised or cracked rib.

"San?" A small voice came from the entrance to the bathroom and his head snapped up to see Wooyoung peaking around the corner. He looked a little overwhelmed, but also concerned as he looked into the room.

"Hey." San said, pausing as he took in the stranger who had saved him. It was his first time he had really been able to take in the boy, and he was left feeling speechless.

Wooyoung was... stunning. He had soft, lavender hair that fell across his forehead. Round, curious, honey colored eyes peeked out from below his hair and there was a small mark below left eye.

"Are you ok?" Wooyoung asked, poking his head out a little more.

"I am thanks to you." He offered a small smile and allowed Yeosang to help him stand.

"You're hurt..." Wooyoung stepped away from the door to get out of the way but then followed them down he hall.

"Who is he?" Jongho asked, looking over his shoulder. His eyes drifted over Wooyoung and San felt himself bristling a little.

Several voices came from the main section of the house. "They are worried." Yeosang muttered. "This was not how today was supposed to go..."

Jongho branched off to go to the others while San hung his head. "I'm sorry, Sangie."

"I'm not blaming you, at all, but I am prepared to sue whoever was driving that damn boat."

San wouldn't put it past him either.