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I paced left and right in front of the censored glass doors of the hospital. Heart in throat and anxiety churning my guts. Between my nosocomephobia and panic, it wouldn't be a surprise if I do faint.
Good thing that Hajun agreed to drive us to the hospital or I would never survive this visit. My worry for the deep gashes on Antieno's back had brought me until here.
I would have gone in too, if Hajun hadn't forced me to remain in the car and wait for them.
"Do I babysit you or look after Antieno? Just stay in the car Eunha. Your beloved will be just fine with me. I promise to bring him back in one piece."
That had been Hajun's last words to me before he took Antieno inside.
That had been about an hour and a half ago.
I paced for another half an hour, building my courage to enter the hospital. I saved from trying to by two figures walking out.
There was no visible bandage on Antieno, hidden by the lose T-shirt he favoured. He also walked perfectly stable, but it was no reassurance to me. He had been walking fine even before I noticed the twin gashes on his back.
Not pausing to think, I rushed right at Antieno. His hands opening in invitation even before I reached him, tucking me in to his arms. Wrapping my arms around his hips, low enough not to graze over his bandages, I looked up at him in inquiry.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head.
"I'm fine, Dewdrop. Nothing for you to worry over," He whispered into my hair.
"Let's go, you two. We're blocking the entrance," Hajun called for us, already heading towards the car.
Antieno squeezed me tight against him before letting go of his hold around me. He still held my hand as we crossed the parking lot, letting me lean my head against his arm. Neither of us quite willing to let go of the other. Gravitating towards his touch like a fish starved of water.
He didn't let go of my hand even when he opened the passenger seat of the car. Not even when he climbed in.
I stood by without question thinking he wanted the help (though I did nothing to truly help), but to my surprise, he tugged me to get into the car with him.
I shook my head not because I wasn't dying to curl up in his lap. I didn't want to accidentally hurt him further by adding weight on his back.
Not giving me a chance to voice my protest, he chuckled, thumb stroking against my knuckles.
"It is barely a fifteen minute drive, Dewdrop. I think I can take it."
It's unfair how deep and tempting his voice got when he dropped it an octave lower. Like the call of a siren.
He had to go and add those pretty round puppy eyes at me while he was at it. The kaleidoscope of colors reflecting against the sunlight in what I could only call hypnotic.
