Beat for me

1/20/16

*** There is a mention of needles, blood, panic attack, heart attacks***
- If you feel unsafe reading about these certain things please stop reading! -

Read safely! ily~

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Inevitably

Taehyung sat at the frosted window, watching the January snow fall.
He'd didn't mind the winter air, he liked the numb feeling the cold made on his skin.
He unlocked the rusted latches carefully, pushed the windowpane open hearing the creaks of the old wood unwind, immediately feeling the cold wind enter the room.

Taehyung studied the icy rain, a familiar feeling of the snow falling.

He held his hand out letting the snow prick the exposed skin on his arm.
The purple skin around his IV caught his eye.
He traced his finger along the bruised skin around the entry area, the trauma his arm endorsed from the new interns in training, not knowing what she was doing.

He rolled his eyes and felt a cold breeze, swift around his body.
He pulled his arm in and squeezed the worn out blanket around his body tightly.

He'd let out a cloud of mist into the chilly air. "Refreshing."

The boy closed his eyes, the icy breeze blew against his face, his long brown hair brushed against his cheeks.

Taehyung smiled.
This is as close as he's getting to go outside, his freedom was restricted when he came to this hospital. The hospital recommended programs for Taehyung when he was admitted. The boy didn't particularly have a taste for people, even if they were sick like him.

That's when Taehyung knew, they didn't really care for him at all, they were just doing their job, to keep him alive.
He hated everyone in this building.

Taehyung eyes shot open towards the door, distant footsteps echoed from the hall.

He cursed under his breath and reached out to the open windowpane. The boy paused hearing distant voices, looking down at the fuzzy figures below.

Taehyung tried to make out what they were saying, the snow made a makeshift, sound proof barrier in between them and himself. The voices faded as the figures disappeared out of view.

"Sounds like a new screwed over kid, joining us in this hell hole." He smirks satisfyingly at his remark.

Taehyung closed the window, pulling the latches down, the force of the latch shook the window loud enough to make him flinch.

He winced "shit."

Taehyung heard the door farthest from him creek open. He turned, leaning on the chipped windowsill. A small black haired woman peeked into the cold room.

"What did we say about the windows." Her small voice bounced off the walls, which made the room seem bigger then it actually was.

Her shoes clicked as she walked over to him. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs, under her white coat, that covered her thin body.
' Nurse. Yang ' printed on her identification card, clipped on her chest.
Her eyes looked dark and exhausted. She'd bin working here for 7 years and it really shows.

Taehyung has a talent for that kind of stuff, he can see the history of everyone by just looking at them, and with the help of some of the files.
Knowing about everything and about everyone has their perks. Taehyung was the eyes and ears of this place, a hobby he picked up here.
But didn't encourage himself to remember their names nor even care too.