Voiceless |Book 1| Complete

14 | Reality Spoken

Intoxicating...

Nerve wrecking...

The heart rate monitor was at a steady rate. The rate of Jisungs heart beat pumping sending electric signals to the screen as normal, was a relief to both Chan and Minho. The doctors had to put gauze and wrap around Jisungs neck for the tissues that were ripped open near his throat. Stitching done to the eyebrow, fluids running into his system to get his levels back to normal. For the most part he was conscious after a few hours of entering the hospital.

"His recovery will be awhile. His laboured breathing was due to broken ribs, his scar on his back from a few weeks ago happened to be getting infected due to not enough care and attention so he was developing a fever. We have him on antibiotics." A nurse explained to Minho a few days ago.

He was shocked to hear that there was way more problems internally than ones he could see.

Chan has been awake now for 3 days worried sick about Jisung. He knew something Minho didn't. Something Chan said he should much rather hear from Jisung then him. Chan had left the hospital early the next day to go somewhere, but he didn't say where. So Minho stayed by Jisungs side. Watching every sudden move.

Doctors would try to talk to Jisung but his voice just wouldn't break through. So Minho was like a translator and reassured them he was doing fine.

"Why does Mr. Han not speak?" A nurse had asked Minho hours into entering the hospital.

"He suffers selective Mutism I think. He can't speak in certain settings. Maybe this is one of those settings." Minho explained as Jisung just let them stab him with needles to draw blood, take his blood pressure, his temperature. He even went for X-rays; the night Minho found him being beaten he ended up with a cracked rib, luckily not enough to puncture vital organs, but still hurt none the less. He couldn't imagine how long Jisung has had to go through this for several weeks now.

Jisung lazily looked at his forearm being stabbed with needles, the IV fluid in his hand. He sounded like he was grumbling to himself out of frstration.

"Min-ho.." Jisung mumbled, quickly he shot from the chair to be by his side grabbing their note pad.

"Tell me like this... It probably hurts right?" He handed him the pen and pad, but he set it on his lap. Resting his head against the pillow. Reaching for the olders arm. Pulling him close to the bed, to stop himself from falling, stabilized himself arm over Jisungs head.

"Thank. You." Jisungs hand ran from his arm pulling on his shirt as he dug his face into his chest. He seemed to have found comfort doing this, so Minho sat on the bed next to him, cupping his neck carefully letting him rest against his body. His small breaths steady and soothing.

He started humming a small tune. Minho played with his hair running his fingers through the blonde locks.

"Jisung, you don't deserve to be going through this hell." He mumbled out.

"Let me take care of you, you won't have to talk, just let me be by your side now."

Jisung sang quietly. His voice barely straining to let vocals be heard. But just enough that it was a soothing sound.

"Min-ho... Why did you.. Save me again?" A small cough broke out after his little tune he hummed.

"It was the right thing to do. I couldn't watch you while Chan brought you to me in pain."

"Nuisance, thats what you called me three week ago..."