Hunted [Chapter 12]
When I wake up again, I can see the doctor standing next to the door, talking to three guards. She seems slightly upset but they're whispering, so I don't know what they are discussing. The guards don't look so pleased, that's about the only thing I can tell. They say something, again way too silent for me to hear. The doctor looks said but nods. She turns around and walk towards me.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid they're going to take you back to your cell. I tried to reason with them, telling them you need more time to heal... but they won't listen... I'm truly sorry..." She sounds apologetic. Bowing down a bit. She's way too kind to work here. She deserves a better job and a better life... And more 'normal' patients.
"You shouldn't be. Thank you for stitching me up... and for Daesung..." I whisper. She smiles somewhat creepy at that. Okay, what a sudden turn.
"You know, I kind of pissed them off with that... and it feels kind of good as well." I see now, how she tries to help us, how she manages to stay sane in this place. Behind the nice doctor facade, lies a woman who can take on the world.
"But I'm really sorry about the fact that I can't keep them from taking you back to your cell..." She adds.
"Don't worry, I'll manage..." She nods, smiles faintly and moves away from the bed to pick up my shirt.
"You know, you're stronger than you think." She helps me put on my shirt, but that's about it as the guards come closer.
"Try not to move too much, okay?" She says quickly, looking rather worried. The guards pick me up by the arms and lift me from the bed. I wonder however, if I'm able to stand up. But my thoughts are quickly interrupted by the fact that apparently I can't. One of the guards must have let me go and I meet the ground, again. It seems that all I'm doing these days is falling down and getting myself hurt. I can hear the doctor asking the guards to be more careful, but they don't care. Why should they? In their eyes, I'm only a monster. They carry me (well, they drag me...) out of the infirmary back into the dirty looking hallways. Honestly, I thing the only clean room in this place is that infirmary.
It doesn't take them long to reach my cell. They open the door and throw me in. I'm not cuffed. It's not necessary because I can barely move, let alone try to escape or something. This time however, I manage to stay up. Well, stay up while stumbling and limping to the closed wall anyway. I can hear the door being closed behind me with a loud bang followed by footsteps walking away.
I sigh and slide towards the floor, not able to keep myself up any longer. My leg still feels like it got shot just yesterday. I'm not sure anymore if it's ever going to heal. But again my thoughts are interrupted, now by a worried Seungri.
"Hyung? Seunghyun-hyung!? Are you there?" Seungri whispered. He can't see me because I'm sitting next to our joint wall. He's putting his hands trough the bars however, trying to get my attention it seems. I crawl towards the bars and when I finally reach them, I can read the horror from his face. He moves back a bit and turns his head.
"Taeyang-hyung!!" He shouts and it takes only a few moments for Yongbae to enter my view.
"Jeeez, why are you s-- Oh my god, what happened?!?" He screams equally loud as Seungri when he finally sees me.
"Are you okay, how did this happen?!" He demands rather than ask. I just tell them about the torture and the infirmary. While I do so, Seungri ends up almost in tears and Yongbae tries to keep his feeling in check while trying to be supportive. When I'm done explaining, there's a silence, a moment were Seungri tries to pick himself up again and Yongbae tries not to be upset. He's the first to speak after a couple of minutes.
"You know, you've been through hell, you seem to cope pretty well... almost too well..." He mutters.
"It wasn't that bad... Sure it hurt but... it's not the first time people hurt me... Oh and maybe I'm okay because I saw Daesung." I reply. The reaction to my reply is almost immediate.
"You saw him?" Seungri marvels.
"Yeah, not only that... I told him about my feelings as well..." I state softly and turn my head to look at them. They are both staring at me like I'm a ghost. Yongbae is the first to recover.
"How did it go?" He whispers, as if afraid of the answer. Instead of saying anything, I smile.
"Hyung, that's great!!" Seungri yells. I tell them about the doctor, about how she noticed that I liked him, about the kiss.
"Oh my god, hyung I'm really happy for you!" They're both smiling brightly at me and for a moment, I forget my pain. We are so happy that none of us hear the guard coming in, bringing Yongbae's food. It isn't until the hatch on their door closes with a loud band that we stop smiling and act more natural. Yongbae moves back, sitting next to the plate and picks up the rice with his chopsticks, bringing them towards his mouth. Seungri stays with me and keeps smiling.
"I'm happy as well... but I wish he was allowed to stay with me..." I realise my voice sounds very sad in my own ears. I only saw him yesterday and...
"I already miss him..." Seungri puts his right hand trough the bars and pats my arm. I look up to see a face that was smiling just seconds ago, but now looks sad.
"I know..." A simple statement makes me realise that if there's anyone who knows how it feels like, it's him. He spend months apart from Ji...
"But at least he's safe... Hey, how was the doctor?" Seungri tries to change the subject, which is nice.
"Rather well." I look at Yongbae who's still eating, though looking back at us now, brows expressing curiosity.
"Oh, when I told her that Yongbae said she looks nice, she blushed. She seems very fond of you!" I joke. I works. As soon as the words leave my mouth, food leaves Yongbae's with great speed. He's as red as a tomato. Seungri on the other hand can't stop laughing. We joke for some time, mostly to embarrass Yongbae, until I'm getting tired. I try not to yawn, but it seems that Seungri notices anyway. He tells me to go to sleep. I should, I really should. I'm still injured, something I notice when I try to limp towards the bench.
When I'm finally on the bench and said goodnight to the both of them, I close my eyes. I try to sleep, but it's easier said than done. Everything is aching and I can't stop thinking about Dae. My mind is filled with thoughts. How is he? Are we ever getting out of here? Is he still alright? When will I see him again...
***
I'm back at the infirmary. The walls look even more white that the previous time. I look around, but the doctor isn't here. There's only the bed standing in the middle of the room. No cupboards, no nothing... only the bed and a window.
Wait... I can't remember seeing a window.
I make my way over to the window. I look outside and see and endless field and hills, covered in daisies. In the middle of the field stands Dae. He's looking this way, but not at me. I knock on the glass, but it's like he can't hear it. I knock again. No result.
Out of nowhere, a guard turns up standing a couple of metres behind him. The guard is caring a knife. I knock on the window again, trying to warn Dae. But it's no use, he can't hear me. The guard steps closer and I start to bang on the window, shouting, almost crying. Why can't he hear it? Dae! The guards is standing only a few centimetres behind him as he lifts the knife. No, nonononono DAE!!!
***
I wake up, immediately sitting up, hurting everything in the process. I can feel my cheeks are covered with tears and sweat. I really hate nightmares. I taste blood, I must have changed while sleeping and bit my own lips. Shit. I turn my head around to look at the other cell. I see nothing, I only hear soft snores coming from the other room, which means they are sleeping.
I try to sleep again, but it's impossible. The rest of the night, I'm twisting and turning, failing to fall asleep once more, wishing it was morning already. But when morning finally comes, I wish it was night again as I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. It's never a good sign and it's too early for Yongbae's meal. The footsteps stop and I look up to find a couple of guards standing in front of my door.
"113, step forward and put your hands trough the opening." One of the guards demands. I do as I'm told because I'm in no condition to fight if necessary. I'm not sure where they're taking me. The only thing I am sure of is that I'm not going to like it.
Tbc
A/N: phew... Another chapter. I have a lack of free time. I know I update slowly, it's either that, or not update at all T__T. I'm hoping to write another chapter this week or the next, but I can't promise anything. Unless you all wouldn't mind shorter chapters...
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