Too Sick. Too Late.
Title: Too Sick. Too Late.
Author: Cutiemin
Genre: AU!
Pairing(s): KyuMin and KyuHae
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: One can only dream of owning them...I admit I dream a lot...but thats it.
Summary: Kyuhyun is seriously sick and Sungmin is a regular visitor. He waiting for when Kyuhyun gets to come home again, but it seems to be taking longer than usual. Vampire Donghae wants to help.
BEING EDITED. DON'T READ.
Too Sick. Too Late.
White rooms and fluorescent lights can make a person go crazy for the ending. Tired of being in the one place you don’t want to be. Not to let anyone worry over you. Each time he looked up at the ceiling, it seemed to be whiter. The white room was starting to break down the small amount of strength he had left in him; he had been there too much lately. Being trapped in a bed, dependant of anything and everything around you and unconscious more than half the time while you remained there must be torture.
Sungmin was slumped limply in the cold, metal chair which occupied the spot next to the patient's bed. Having to watch someone you care for wrapped in nice warm white sheets, sweating so much that it couldn’t keep you sane just watching.
A loud, frustrated sigh escaped his lips, his soft fingers trailing roughly through the blond locks on his head as a pained expression taking over his features. Then, left worthless, being forced to leave the room not knowing what those matching women in white are doing behind the doors to your poor Kyuhyun. Time wasn’t enough to stop the tears from showing themselves.
“He'll be okay. Everything will be fine. These things just take time.” One the doctors tried reassuring him placing a gloved hand on his shoulder. Hopefully it wasn’t the first time seeing a grown man cry.
Kyuhyun didn’t seem okay. Not when he comes home and repeats his actions from the hospitals; having to take medicine before having to go to bed more and more often, and coughing whenever he pushed himself too hard. Sungmin even knew it was bad when Kyuhyun actually admitted to him that he didn’t feel well.
Once the visiting hours were over, Sungmin unwillingly left, looking back to Kyuhyun’s room one last time before he went home to let his frustration out. He couldn’t help hoping maybe it he was going to appear through the door, well enough to come home with him again. The steps he took were prolonged and seemed to get louder until he was outside under the empty sky, stars yet to appear. That’s when he knew, Kyuhyun might not come home. Tears streaked down cheeks as he walked the empty streets.
***
Donghae was awaiting the arrival of Sungmin. Impatient about the news he would bring him. He couldn’t go to visit Kyuhyun for reasons more than one, using numerous excuses time after time that were followed only by many apologies. He was lucky enough that Sungmin didn’t push his suspicious. His worry over Kyuhyun must have took the best of him.
The time lapsed past as he sat staring out the window eyeing the lit city. The moon began to illuminate his skin, bringing his flawless image forth, showing the night what he really was. He had casted Eunhyuk and the others from the room. Telling them he wanted to be left alone because of his worries for the magnae.
That was only half the truth.
His stomach churned and protested against his refusal as he watched the innocent people walk along the sidewalks. His mouth grew dry just watching. He had long gotten over trying to eat the cereal in the fridge that the others recommended for him. They didn’t want him too stressed. His temper only got worse and he should have known at least Eunhyuk would notice his mood changes.
“I am worried about Kyuhyun too Hae, but you have to take care of yourself too.”
Those words rang in his ears, but in the end Donghae would be fine. Kyuhyun was the one everyone should worry about. Donghae wanted to at least do something for Kyuhyun.
His deep thoughts were interrupted by the click of the door opening and sniffling sounds that broke the silence. Donghae got up to pull the hood of his black jacket he was wearing over his head and moved over to the door, keeping a safe distance from the obviously depressed Sungmin.
“Sungmin? Is that you? Is everything okay?” Donghae asked concerned as Sungmin walked in hiding his eyes.
Sungmin approached, looking for comfort as he looked up finally with light pink swollen eyes, “No everything is not okay.”
Donghae stepped back, his knees backing into the couch behind him. He offered a seat to Sungmin and sitting down himself at the end of the couch.
“How’s Kyuhyun?” Donghae asked, anxiousness coloring his tone.
“Hae…the doctors told me the same thing when they made me leave the room. Kyunnie looks bad…there has to be something wrong!” Sungmin whined, leaning over to Donghae, tense and vulnerable.
“There has to be something the doctors aren’t telling us.” Donghae stated bluntly.
“Why?”
“I don’t know…” He said after a long pause. Sungmin’s eyes again dripped with misery, “…but I am going to find out,” Donghae continued getting up revealing his black hair, topped with blonde. An eerie feeling passed between them. He maneuvered around Sungmin, a tug at his hand refusing to let him leave in his time of need, and leaving him curious of what the other meant.
Sungmin looked up to Donghae confused, his voice dropping a tone lower as he did his hand, “What are you going to do?”
Donghae moved to the front door and stood there, moments passing. He cringed, “I don’t know.” He said. That’s all there was to tell. He couldn’t stay in the room much longer and with that he left through the front door with only echoes of Sungmin’s questioning complaints of where he was going.
He could hear the others wake up to go and calm down Sungmin of his grieving. They left him free without regret of being not able to do it himself, himself at fault for leaving him in that state.
***
At the hospital, many of the lights were turned off as to not disturb the patients of their sleep. No sound could be heard; a bizarre gloomy feeling loomed over the whole place. Or at least that is how it looked through his eyes.
Donghae stared through Kyuhyun’s window from the roof of the building beside the hospital. Crouching down so no lights could give away his presence, no shadows copying his image of where he was. Kyuhyun lay peacefully sleeping in the dark. He was only able to see because of the green light that flashed in the room constantly.
Donghae tapped his foot hesitantly, stepping forward to see how long the drop of the building was. He breathed a sigh and stepped back far from the edge. Preparing himself, he tapped his feet a few times to the floor, seeing if his shoes could help him pick up speed. Then ran as fast as he could to the edge, stopping for a brief moment and launching himself off the side of the building, He needed to land on the brim of the hospital.
He wasn’t close enough to land on his feet. He slipped and struggled to grip the end. With no permanent avail when his fingers scratched the side of the building, his feet slid along the broad side of the building. His fingers pressed into the flat wall, trying to prevent from leaning backwards and off the building.
Donghae grunted, and tried not to make anymore sound that he had to before his feet came to a stop at the top of the highest window. Relief washed over him along with the feeling of the burning of his fingers and warm ruined shoes. He had to have jumped almost 30 feet.
Then there was a light that flicked on below. He silently cursed and kept as quiet as he could, even as someone opened the window. Shit, this was no time to be caught from jumping buildings. Donghae held his breath, and when someone started talking, he released it.
“There is something wrong with this patient’s heart. There isn’t anything we can do for him now,” A low raspy voice spoke.
“We were too late to save Cho Kyuhyun…” these voices were coming from close to the window below him. Donghae let in a sharp intake of surprise from what he overheard.
“We could have saved him, but you insisted there was nothing wrong and sent him home! If we had diagnosed him sooner…” he argued immaturely with regret, but it was only fueled with anger and doubts for his friend rather than the real matter. “Now we have to lie to save your ass.”
Donghae felt fury rising within his veins as he stood and listened. He managed to balance himself on the small platform above the window. How selfish. They were thinking only of their well being, and lying. They were lying to poor Sungmin. Kyuhyun was going to die and they were only concerned about reputations!
One of the doctors turned around to close the window and stopped to notice the colder breeze. Suddenly it began to rain. Donghae hadn’t noticed the rain until the doctor sighed.
Donghae’s hair wrung close to his skin on his forehead and over his eyes like a cage. The breaths escaping his lips were puffs of frozen air. Donghae looked down to see only the doctor’s cold hands and a glimpse of his face before he disappeared from the window.
“What are they going to do with Kyuhyun?” He murmured, dropping down to the window sill, seeing the end of the doctors long white jacket before the door shut behind him.
***
It was getting colder in the night and there was a something in his chest that made it hard to breath. The young man wanted to reach in and pull at it with his fingers, tug at the heart strings or grip it tight enough so that it would stop the pain, but the wires and the blanket prevented him from lifting a finger.
Kyuhyun managed to open his eyes to look at the glare of the green pulse in the T.V in front of him, and the red clock that blinked beside him. The time had just struck midnight. The moon pooled in, its illuminated glow flickering from the blowing curtains.
“Where am I?” he breathed, wincing a bit before trying to push himself up with his arms, only to notice that he couldn’t move. The heart monitor jumped when he heard footsteps outside of the door. The pain slowly started rising, sweat trickled down his forehead and he started panting. He let out a frail groan and tried to relax, the pain only becoming more excruciating.
Men in white coats, the doctors, walked into the room to witness his agony. One of them shook their heads and looked at him with saddened, sleep deprived eyes. The other went to the other side of the room, to come back holding a needle. The sleep deprived doctor went to close the window, the curtains halted, making the room grow dark from the lack of moonlight. The doctor with the needle flicked the utensil in his hand before signaling the other doctor to turn on the lights.
The rest of the lights that shown in the room, hurt the patients eyes, the least of his problems. Kyuhyun gaped at the men in white coats with half lidded eyes before they stuck the needle into his pale skin. His eyes became heavier, his breathe became more struggled until it calmed to normal breaths. His expression melted away until finally he was asleep again.
It was now like a dream, like he was aware what was around him, but he couldn't see anything. The lights touch still lingered on his skin. His heart's pain was faint. There were slight brushes of his skin. It felt like there was a blanket of snow covering his face. Freezing cold he couldn't shake off. The sound of beeps slowing into a weaker pace, seeming far away,
...but he could hear screaming all too clearly.
Then he was with Sungmin again, seeing the smiling face that meant 'I live for you'. Every feature of his face made him euphoric. He loved that smile more than anything, and he was happy to be able to see it one last time. This was one last time he could hold his hand, a hand he couldn't feel; one last time to watch his lips move, but not able to hear his voice. The dream wasn't perfect enough to be real. Sungmin knew what was wrong when Kyuhyun's cheerful expression disappeared. Sungmin came closer, and held him in a tight embrace. This he could feel. He could feel Sungmin's lips on his and his arms that held him close. He could feel the sensation of his mouth trailing down his neck and collar bone, but he couldn't feel his breath.
This feeling was replaced with the burning that turned into fire.
***
Donghae shadowed the doctors, the halls still seeming tranquil and gloomy. His steps couldn't be heard, and the doctors didn't expect anything. They never bothered to turn around, but Donghae was still cautious and still kept a distance between them.
The smell of the hospital was sweet and sickening. His nose cringed in its scent of constant cleaning and sanitizer. Remnant aroma of blood still lingered within its walls. The glossy floors shined enough that you could see yourself in them. The walls radiant with white, the light in the halls making them glow enough it made everything slightly blurry.
The doctors suddenly turned into a room. Donghae swiftly crushed his back against the wall, so that he wouldn't be spotted. He looked over to see them gone, having entered into the room with the closing door. He crouched low and into the open, then again pressed his back to the side of the door. As he listened, there were groans of agony, but after a few moments the cries abruptly stop.
His eyes widened and peered in the room to see Kyuhyun peacefully sleeping on the bed. He watched as the doctors place a blanket over Kyuhyun’s face. Yet, the green bar stuttered beside the sleeping man, it was still pulsing, and the doctors were doing nothing thing to help.
Kyuhyun was still alive!
“I am sorry for the loss…” one of the doctors whispered. The other grumbled something Intangible and started toward the door. Donghae didn’t bother to move. He glared the floor and his reflection, the anger in his dark orbs was evident, until his face was replaced by the source of his fury.
“Yah! Who are you?!” The doctor saw him and turned for interrogation. The man in the white coat’s face fumed and was colored with confusion that was immediately wiped from his face by Donghae’s punch to the stomach. Drool spat from the doctors mouth and bent over Donghae’s arm.
“Whose there?” the other alarmed doctor stalked toward the door.
Donghae quickly wrapped his arm around the bulkier doctors neck and twisted until he heard a harsh crack, then pulled him out of the sight of the door. Tossing the bulky doctor to the floor he waited for the other doctor to approach.
The doctor stepped out and saw the knocked out doctor on the floor. He bent over to feel his pulse and breathed in relief when it still pumped.
“Stand up.” Donghae said placing his finger to the sleepy doctor’s back, “Don’t look behind you.” Donghae kept a low strict tone, “Put your hands up.” The doctor did as he was told, beginning to hyperventilate a bit before closing his eyes in fear. “Good. Now…” the spy wrapped a black sleeved arm around the doctors neck and whispered into the doctors ear, “…what did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am the one asking questions!” Donghae pushed his finger harder against the doctors back and smirked, “You know who I mean,” the spy turned his attention back toward the room and tightened the grip around his neck, “What did you do to Kyuhyun.”
“Please don’t kill me! I have a family…and a kid…”
“Keep your voice down.” Donghae said calmly. The foul smell of the doctor made Donghae’s throat tense, but his mouth still watered.
“He’s just asleep…to ease his suffering. We can’t do anything for him now! He won‘t last long at this rate and we need room,” the doctor pleaded and struggled against Donghae’s clutch, but failed.
“If doctors could feel remorse…you would be crying.” Donghae spat, “Bang.”
The doctor braced himself, his eyes cowering shut. Donghae threw him to the floor in frustration, and without another word he walked into the room where Kyuhyun laid sleeping.
The door shut behind him with two clicks, one for the silent close, and the click of the lock. The doctor stumbled to his feet and tried twisting the knob. He needed to go warn someone of this black figure.
As Donghae circled Kyuhyun’s bed to let in the moon from the that was blocked by the curtains. Kyuhyun was burning up and nearly drowning in his sweat. The spy watched younger boy’s chest rise and fall normally, but his breathing came out in silent rasps.
Author: Cutiemin
Genre: AU!
Pairing(s): KyuMin and KyuHae
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: One can only dream of owning them...I admit I dream a lot...but thats it.
Summary: Kyuhyun is seriously sick and Sungmin is a regular visitor. He waiting for when Kyuhyun gets to come home again, but it seems to be taking longer than usual. Vampire Donghae wants to help.
BEING EDITED. DON'T READ.
Too Sick. Too Late.
White rooms and fluorescent lights can make a person go crazy for the ending. Tired of being in the one place you don’t want to be. Not to let anyone worry over you. Each time he looked up at the ceiling, it seemed to be whiter. The white room was starting to break down the small amount of strength he had left in him; he had been there too much lately. Being trapped in a bed, dependant of anything and everything around you and unconscious more than half the time while you remained there must be torture.
Sungmin was slumped limply in the cold, metal chair which occupied the spot next to the patient's bed. Having to watch someone you care for wrapped in nice warm white sheets, sweating so much that it couldn’t keep you sane just watching.
A loud, frustrated sigh escaped his lips, his soft fingers trailing roughly through the blond locks on his head as a pained expression taking over his features. Then, left worthless, being forced to leave the room not knowing what those matching women in white are doing behind the doors to your poor Kyuhyun. Time wasn’t enough to stop the tears from showing themselves.
“He'll be okay. Everything will be fine. These things just take time.” One the doctors tried reassuring him placing a gloved hand on his shoulder. Hopefully it wasn’t the first time seeing a grown man cry.
Kyuhyun didn’t seem okay. Not when he comes home and repeats his actions from the hospitals; having to take medicine before having to go to bed more and more often, and coughing whenever he pushed himself too hard. Sungmin even knew it was bad when Kyuhyun actually admitted to him that he didn’t feel well.
Once the visiting hours were over, Sungmin unwillingly left, looking back to Kyuhyun’s room one last time before he went home to let his frustration out. He couldn’t help hoping maybe it he was going to appear through the door, well enough to come home with him again. The steps he took were prolonged and seemed to get louder until he was outside under the empty sky, stars yet to appear. That’s when he knew, Kyuhyun might not come home. Tears streaked down cheeks as he walked the empty streets.
***
Donghae was awaiting the arrival of Sungmin. Impatient about the news he would bring him. He couldn’t go to visit Kyuhyun for reasons more than one, using numerous excuses time after time that were followed only by many apologies. He was lucky enough that Sungmin didn’t push his suspicious. His worry over Kyuhyun must have took the best of him.
The time lapsed past as he sat staring out the window eyeing the lit city. The moon began to illuminate his skin, bringing his flawless image forth, showing the night what he really was. He had casted Eunhyuk and the others from the room. Telling them he wanted to be left alone because of his worries for the magnae.
That was only half the truth.
His stomach churned and protested against his refusal as he watched the innocent people walk along the sidewalks. His mouth grew dry just watching. He had long gotten over trying to eat the cereal in the fridge that the others recommended for him. They didn’t want him too stressed. His temper only got worse and he should have known at least Eunhyuk would notice his mood changes.
“I am worried about Kyuhyun too Hae, but you have to take care of yourself too.”
Those words rang in his ears, but in the end Donghae would be fine. Kyuhyun was the one everyone should worry about. Donghae wanted to at least do something for Kyuhyun.
His deep thoughts were interrupted by the click of the door opening and sniffling sounds that broke the silence. Donghae got up to pull the hood of his black jacket he was wearing over his head and moved over to the door, keeping a safe distance from the obviously depressed Sungmin.
“Sungmin? Is that you? Is everything okay?” Donghae asked concerned as Sungmin walked in hiding his eyes.
Sungmin approached, looking for comfort as he looked up finally with light pink swollen eyes, “No everything is not okay.”
Donghae stepped back, his knees backing into the couch behind him. He offered a seat to Sungmin and sitting down himself at the end of the couch.
“How’s Kyuhyun?” Donghae asked, anxiousness coloring his tone.
“Hae…the doctors told me the same thing when they made me leave the room. Kyunnie looks bad…there has to be something wrong!” Sungmin whined, leaning over to Donghae, tense and vulnerable.
“There has to be something the doctors aren’t telling us.” Donghae stated bluntly.
“Why?”
“I don’t know…” He said after a long pause. Sungmin’s eyes again dripped with misery, “…but I am going to find out,” Donghae continued getting up revealing his black hair, topped with blonde. An eerie feeling passed between them. He maneuvered around Sungmin, a tug at his hand refusing to let him leave in his time of need, and leaving him curious of what the other meant.
Sungmin looked up to Donghae confused, his voice dropping a tone lower as he did his hand, “What are you going to do?”
Donghae moved to the front door and stood there, moments passing. He cringed, “I don’t know.” He said. That’s all there was to tell. He couldn’t stay in the room much longer and with that he left through the front door with only echoes of Sungmin’s questioning complaints of where he was going.
He could hear the others wake up to go and calm down Sungmin of his grieving. They left him free without regret of being not able to do it himself, himself at fault for leaving him in that state.
***
At the hospital, many of the lights were turned off as to not disturb the patients of their sleep. No sound could be heard; a bizarre gloomy feeling loomed over the whole place. Or at least that is how it looked through his eyes.
Donghae stared through Kyuhyun’s window from the roof of the building beside the hospital. Crouching down so no lights could give away his presence, no shadows copying his image of where he was. Kyuhyun lay peacefully sleeping in the dark. He was only able to see because of the green light that flashed in the room constantly.
Donghae tapped his foot hesitantly, stepping forward to see how long the drop of the building was. He breathed a sigh and stepped back far from the edge. Preparing himself, he tapped his feet a few times to the floor, seeing if his shoes could help him pick up speed. Then ran as fast as he could to the edge, stopping for a brief moment and launching himself off the side of the building, He needed to land on the brim of the hospital.
He wasn’t close enough to land on his feet. He slipped and struggled to grip the end. With no permanent avail when his fingers scratched the side of the building, his feet slid along the broad side of the building. His fingers pressed into the flat wall, trying to prevent from leaning backwards and off the building.
Donghae grunted, and tried not to make anymore sound that he had to before his feet came to a stop at the top of the highest window. Relief washed over him along with the feeling of the burning of his fingers and warm ruined shoes. He had to have jumped almost 30 feet.
Then there was a light that flicked on below. He silently cursed and kept as quiet as he could, even as someone opened the window. Shit, this was no time to be caught from jumping buildings. Donghae held his breath, and when someone started talking, he released it.
“There is something wrong with this patient’s heart. There isn’t anything we can do for him now,” A low raspy voice spoke.
“We were too late to save Cho Kyuhyun…” these voices were coming from close to the window below him. Donghae let in a sharp intake of surprise from what he overheard.
“We could have saved him, but you insisted there was nothing wrong and sent him home! If we had diagnosed him sooner…” he argued immaturely with regret, but it was only fueled with anger and doubts for his friend rather than the real matter. “Now we have to lie to save your ass.”
Donghae felt fury rising within his veins as he stood and listened. He managed to balance himself on the small platform above the window. How selfish. They were thinking only of their well being, and lying. They were lying to poor Sungmin. Kyuhyun was going to die and they were only concerned about reputations!
One of the doctors turned around to close the window and stopped to notice the colder breeze. Suddenly it began to rain. Donghae hadn’t noticed the rain until the doctor sighed.
Donghae’s hair wrung close to his skin on his forehead and over his eyes like a cage. The breaths escaping his lips were puffs of frozen air. Donghae looked down to see only the doctor’s cold hands and a glimpse of his face before he disappeared from the window.
“What are they going to do with Kyuhyun?” He murmured, dropping down to the window sill, seeing the end of the doctors long white jacket before the door shut behind him.
***
It was getting colder in the night and there was a something in his chest that made it hard to breath. The young man wanted to reach in and pull at it with his fingers, tug at the heart strings or grip it tight enough so that it would stop the pain, but the wires and the blanket prevented him from lifting a finger.
Kyuhyun managed to open his eyes to look at the glare of the green pulse in the T.V in front of him, and the red clock that blinked beside him. The time had just struck midnight. The moon pooled in, its illuminated glow flickering from the blowing curtains.
“Where am I?” he breathed, wincing a bit before trying to push himself up with his arms, only to notice that he couldn’t move. The heart monitor jumped when he heard footsteps outside of the door. The pain slowly started rising, sweat trickled down his forehead and he started panting. He let out a frail groan and tried to relax, the pain only becoming more excruciating.
Men in white coats, the doctors, walked into the room to witness his agony. One of them shook their heads and looked at him with saddened, sleep deprived eyes. The other went to the other side of the room, to come back holding a needle. The sleep deprived doctor went to close the window, the curtains halted, making the room grow dark from the lack of moonlight. The doctor with the needle flicked the utensil in his hand before signaling the other doctor to turn on the lights.
The rest of the lights that shown in the room, hurt the patients eyes, the least of his problems. Kyuhyun gaped at the men in white coats with half lidded eyes before they stuck the needle into his pale skin. His eyes became heavier, his breathe became more struggled until it calmed to normal breaths. His expression melted away until finally he was asleep again.
It was now like a dream, like he was aware what was around him, but he couldn't see anything. The lights touch still lingered on his skin. His heart's pain was faint. There were slight brushes of his skin. It felt like there was a blanket of snow covering his face. Freezing cold he couldn't shake off. The sound of beeps slowing into a weaker pace, seeming far away,
...but he could hear screaming all too clearly.
Then he was with Sungmin again, seeing the smiling face that meant 'I live for you'. Every feature of his face made him euphoric. He loved that smile more than anything, and he was happy to be able to see it one last time. This was one last time he could hold his hand, a hand he couldn't feel; one last time to watch his lips move, but not able to hear his voice. The dream wasn't perfect enough to be real. Sungmin knew what was wrong when Kyuhyun's cheerful expression disappeared. Sungmin came closer, and held him in a tight embrace. This he could feel. He could feel Sungmin's lips on his and his arms that held him close. He could feel the sensation of his mouth trailing down his neck and collar bone, but he couldn't feel his breath.
This feeling was replaced with the burning that turned into fire.
***
Donghae shadowed the doctors, the halls still seeming tranquil and gloomy. His steps couldn't be heard, and the doctors didn't expect anything. They never bothered to turn around, but Donghae was still cautious and still kept a distance between them.
The smell of the hospital was sweet and sickening. His nose cringed in its scent of constant cleaning and sanitizer. Remnant aroma of blood still lingered within its walls. The glossy floors shined enough that you could see yourself in them. The walls radiant with white, the light in the halls making them glow enough it made everything slightly blurry.
The doctors suddenly turned into a room. Donghae swiftly crushed his back against the wall, so that he wouldn't be spotted. He looked over to see them gone, having entered into the room with the closing door. He crouched low and into the open, then again pressed his back to the side of the door. As he listened, there were groans of agony, but after a few moments the cries abruptly stop.
His eyes widened and peered in the room to see Kyuhyun peacefully sleeping on the bed. He watched as the doctors place a blanket over Kyuhyun’s face. Yet, the green bar stuttered beside the sleeping man, it was still pulsing, and the doctors were doing nothing thing to help.
Kyuhyun was still alive!
“I am sorry for the loss…” one of the doctors whispered. The other grumbled something Intangible and started toward the door. Donghae didn’t bother to move. He glared the floor and his reflection, the anger in his dark orbs was evident, until his face was replaced by the source of his fury.
“Yah! Who are you?!” The doctor saw him and turned for interrogation. The man in the white coat’s face fumed and was colored with confusion that was immediately wiped from his face by Donghae’s punch to the stomach. Drool spat from the doctors mouth and bent over Donghae’s arm.
“Whose there?” the other alarmed doctor stalked toward the door.
Donghae quickly wrapped his arm around the bulkier doctors neck and twisted until he heard a harsh crack, then pulled him out of the sight of the door. Tossing the bulky doctor to the floor he waited for the other doctor to approach.
The doctor stepped out and saw the knocked out doctor on the floor. He bent over to feel his pulse and breathed in relief when it still pumped.
“Stand up.” Donghae said placing his finger to the sleepy doctor’s back, “Don’t look behind you.” Donghae kept a low strict tone, “Put your hands up.” The doctor did as he was told, beginning to hyperventilate a bit before closing his eyes in fear. “Good. Now…” the spy wrapped a black sleeved arm around the doctors neck and whispered into the doctors ear, “…what did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“I am the one asking questions!” Donghae pushed his finger harder against the doctors back and smirked, “You know who I mean,” the spy turned his attention back toward the room and tightened the grip around his neck, “What did you do to Kyuhyun.”
“Please don’t kill me! I have a family…and a kid…”
“Keep your voice down.” Donghae said calmly. The foul smell of the doctor made Donghae’s throat tense, but his mouth still watered.
“He’s just asleep…to ease his suffering. We can’t do anything for him now! He won‘t last long at this rate and we need room,” the doctor pleaded and struggled against Donghae’s clutch, but failed.
“If doctors could feel remorse…you would be crying.” Donghae spat, “Bang.”
The doctor braced himself, his eyes cowering shut. Donghae threw him to the floor in frustration, and without another word he walked into the room where Kyuhyun laid sleeping.
The door shut behind him with two clicks, one for the silent close, and the click of the lock. The doctor stumbled to his feet and tried twisting the knob. He needed to go warn someone of this black figure.
As Donghae circled Kyuhyun’s bed to let in the moon from the that was blocked by the curtains. Kyuhyun was burning up and nearly drowning in his sweat. The spy watched younger boy’s chest rise and fall normally, but his breathing came out in silent rasps.