𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬

Lecturas 2,295
Votos 166
Partes 22
Hora 3h 29m

Lecturas 2,295
Votos 166
Partes 22
Hora 3h 29m

A rude and arrogant patient with no identification wakes up from a year long coma and develops temporary amnesia. Assigned to you, a volunteer who's not going to put up with his attitude, you're both in for a rough ride.
    
    --
    
    "Hyunjin!"
    
    There, Hyunjin groans, struggling to lift himself off the ground. You assume he'd tried to reach for something without his crutches, and failed miserably. His face red and his lip busted. You hurry to his side, doing your best to pull his weight and lift his upper body. He's a little hesitant in accepting your help, but figures he's got no choice. Feeling his cheek pulse in pain, he's sure it'll be bruised tomorrow, but he's more focused on the wave of déjà vu flooding his being.
    
    Suddenly he was in a car, gripping a steering wheel and there's somebody at his side. He can't see their face, but at the moment, he doesn't care, because he's beyond scared. He's terrified. His arms are trying to frantically swerve, and he can almost taste the blood on his lip.
    
    And the person shrills an octave higher than he ever thought possible, "Hyunjin!" their fear so evident, and it's the most blood-curdling thing he's sure he'll ever hear. Slowly, his hearing is blocked by his pulse, and his eyes are blown wide, staring into your own.
    
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    Cross-posted from Tumblr (@hyunnows)
    
    This is a work of Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination, coincidence, or used in a fictitious manner.
    
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A rude and arrogant patient with no identification wakes up from a year long coma and develops temporary amnesia. Assigned to you, a volunteer who's not going to put up with his attitude, you're both in for a rough ride.

"Hyunjin!"

There, Hyunjin groans, struggling to lift himself off the ground. You assume he'd tried to reach for something without his crutches, and failed miserably. His face red and his lip busted. You hurry to his side, doing your best to pull his weight and lift his upper body. He's a little hesitant in accepting your help, but figures he's got no choice. Feeling his cheek pulse in pain, he's sure it'll be bruised tomorrow, but he's more focused on the wave of déjà vu flooding his being.

Suddenly he was in a car, gripping a steering wheel and there's somebody at his side. He can't see their face, but at the moment, he doesn't care, because he's beyond scared. He's terrified. His arms are trying to frantically swerve, and he can almost taste the blood on his lip.

And the person shrills an octave higher than he ever thought possible, "Hyunjin!" their fear so evident, and it's the most blood-curdling thing he's sure he'll ever hear. Slowly, his hearing is blocked by his pulse, and his eyes are blown wide, staring into your own.

Cross-posted from Tumblr (@hyunnows)

This is a work of Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination, coincidence, or used in a fictitious manner.

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