What stays in the past

[kyunnii]

Muses: Cho Kyuhyun (kyunnii) and Kim Junsu (dark_xiah)
Status: Closed, completed
Date / Time: 04/20, 1951
Rating: PG
Type: Thread
Summary: 63 years ago, months before the Korean war reached a stalemate, Junsu received a patient who refused to die.

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[dark_xiah]

Yes, he most certainly should have been dead. Junsu couldn't explain why or how he had found Kyuhyun. Something had drawn him to the other. He'd noticed that it tended to be something relating to those who die or were nearly so. It didn't make sense, but he didn't argue the point. He used this new sense in any way he could, hoping to save those that he found.

He wasn't always successful; he'd find them semi alive, or already dead. But he always tried his best to help those that needed it. Like this young man. He looked up, bombs going off nearby and he shivered. They were the last ones, and they were waiting for the last transport to take them away to safety. The young soldier was finally getting to the point he could be transported safely.

Junsu knelt next to him on the bed, with a glass of water in his hand. "You're awake. That's promising."

[kyunnii]

The sound of the bombs going off got a reaction out of the immortal, body tensing up and breath hitching painfully. The cot shook slightly as the ground rumbled with the force of the distant blast and Kyuhyun had to shut his eyes again, heart racing.

A gentle voice reached him, and after the sound of explosions had faded he slowly opened his eyes. A medic knelt beside the cot, almost face to face if Kyuhyun turned his head. Slowly, bits and pieces of where he was (in the middle of yet another war, injured, dying) returned to him.

Even so, he still asked "Where am I?", voice rattling and catching in his throat. Those bombs were close...was he still on the front lines? Kyuhyun could feel the pain in his chest, blinding past the medication he was on. Immortal he may be, indestructible he was not. If he was in this much pain now, after his body would have already started healing at an accelerated rate, how was he not dead?

[dark_xiah]

"It's all right, just relax. You're safe." For the time being, at least. The bombs were getting closer and closer, which meant they didn't have much time. But that was why Junsu was here; he wasn't about to leave his patient behind. The others had all left, and he'd been instructed to go with them, but he just couldn't. Not after finding this young soldier.

His superiors had told him to leave him for dead; he was as good as dead anyway. But Junsu couldn't do it. Something had called out to him, to find this young man. Why, he didn't know. But he wasn't just about to abandon him.

"You're in a hospital. I brought you here when I found you."

[kyunnii]

A hospital. Kyuhyun struggled to process the medic's words, lucid but slow. Not that anyone could blame him. "You found me," he repeated scratchily, eyes focusing on the stranger's face. That meant it was probably thanks to this young man that he was alive.

Closing his eyes, he tried to take stock of his injuries. The bindings over his chest were tight, rigid to stop bones from shifting. A dull throbbing in his head told him he had probably suffered of a head injury, most likely a concussion. That was only a bad headache now. His whole body hurt, and his skin was probably torn in several places, but the worst injury by far was his chest.

Inhaling shakily, he opened his eyes again and tried to focus on the medic rather than his injury. "...The others?" he asked, though he already knew. If an immortal was on the brink of death, then a bunch of humans... "There were...ten people in that truck."