↠twenty-seven↞

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He's awake.

I was there

when he opened his soft eyes

and wrinkled his bean-like nose

and looked at me.

I saw relief

in those eyes

but I also saw pain.

I helped him sit up in the bed

my bed, I saw him realize

and I held the tea close to his lips.

"Just a sip,

Yoongi.

as much as you can."

His shaking hands lifted

and he tipped some of the hot liquid

down his throat.

After barely a sip,

he pushes it gently away

and I don't object.

I can never say no

to Min Yoongi.

"So many colors,"

he whispers.

"Where?"

I don't see them.

My room is quite drab.

"Everywhere."

Now it makes sense.

The hallucinations

from the fever.

I reach down

and take his clammy hand

in mine.

"I'm here.

I'm not going

anywhere."

He squeezes my hand weakly

and drifts to sleep

once more.



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