Heat (Yumark)

Chapter Twenty-Two

October 23

"...so Taeyong will pretty much be wheelchair bound. Jimin is still forcing him to get surgery though. He said he'll be more comfortable if he does."

Yuta looked to his slumbering lover, then their joined hands.

"Markie... you jerk wake up..."

Yuta put his head on the bed. Sitting there in anticipation was tiring. He could only imagine the energy burst he would have when Mark woke up.

Yuta sat in silence, until he felt a jerk in his hand.

He shot up and looked at Mark. Both of his hands were slightly tightening and loosening.

"JIMIN! MARK'S HANDS ARE MOVING!"

Jimin ran into the room. Sure enough, Mark's hands were moving slightly. "Yuta! This is a sign he's going to wake up! He should be around and conscious in the next few days!"

Yuta's heart raced in anticipation. Hopefully Jimin was right.

.........

October 24

Yuta groaned. Jimin said Mark would wake up soon. Soon as in the next few days but still, why Mark couldn't just wake up right then and there was aggravating.

"Y...Y...u...u...t...t...a...a..."

Yuta's eyes widened. Did Mark just-

"JIMIN!"

"Yuta jeez. I know I should be expecting this but still..."

"He just-"

"Y...u...t...a..."

"He's forming words? The next couple days. Either tomorrow or the day after. I promise."

.........

October 25

"Jimin he's been groaning and slightly moving all day! Why won't he wake up?!"

"Yuta calm down! His body might not be ready yet! If not today, it'll be tomorrow. Just calm down. His body and mind are already stressed, you freaking out is making it worse. Be calm, sit or lay with him, talk to him, do things that usually de-stress him."

"Okay."

Yuta spent the rest of the day laying on the bed with Mark, talking to him about different things. He even ran his fingers through his hair. Tomorrow would be the day. He was sure of it.

.........

October 26, Yuta's Birthday

Yuta was looking through his messages. There were at least fifteen "Happy Birthday!" messages, and it was only nine o'clock in the morning. He responded a quick "thank you" to everyone before setting his phone down.

The only thought he had as he drifted into sleep was his only birthday wish. A wish for his Markie to wake up...

.........

Cold. Everything around Mark was cold. He opened his eyes, but only saw the bleak darkness around him.

He reached around, trying to find something to alert him as to where he was. He felt cool sheets beneath him, and when he moved his hands up his arms he felt a tube. He moved his hands back down his arms and around some more, and stopped when they hit something.

Not something. Someone.

He heard a groan from next to him, and a chair squeaking as the person stretched.