Possession Part 11
Title: Possession
Author: dreaming_col
Notes: WARNING-- My angst muse escaped and slaughtered my fluff muse. I have since managed to get her back under control, but not before she did, well, this... Don't hurt meeeee!!!!! *hides*
Previous: Part 1, Interlude, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,
Part 9, Part 10
Part 11: Broken
Looking back on it now, you should have known. Everything had been going far too smoothly for the five you, some minor complications and illnesses but overall pretty good. It was only to be expected that something would come along to screw it up.
The idea of a photo shoot in an old, traditional Japanese building had truly excited all of you. You were all too often surrounded by manufactured glamour and exotic locations, so this escape into some kind of history satisfied that yearning deep inside of you for something different.
The building had been bigger than any of you thought it would be, six stories high like it was reaching up and away for something no one else could fathom. Shooting had started out on the grounds then progressed slowly through the first and second floors. You had a short lunch break before proceeding to the third floor.
You’d been surrounded all day by the creaks and groans of an old structure acclimating itself to the presence of people once again. Anytime two or more of you were off-camera, you made up ghost stories of lost loves and bitter lives then laughed at the absurdity of your imaginations.
You and Junsu were trading just these kinds of stories, watching as the other three had photos done on the balcony and fought to keep the laughter off their faces. During a quick reprieve while the photographer changed cameras, Min shot you a playful glare that you returned with an innocent grin.
You think you should have noticed the intensified whining of the building around you. You think now that you should’ve mouthed a quick ‘I love you’ to Min during that brief break. You think of so many should have’s and could have’s and would have’s, but what you think now makes no difference in what happened.
Yoochun, Yunho, and Changmin leaned casually against the balcony’s railing with Changmin in between the other two. You heard the deafening noise of splintering wood, but you hadn’t quite realized what was happening until you’d seen Min’s eyes widen in a strange mixture of shock and resignation.
Yunho and Yoochun both attempted to hold onto him, grabbed his arms but the slick material of his shirt slipped through their fingers. Nothing any of you could do then but watch the seconds turn into hours as he fell. You turned away, ran for the stairs before he even made impact. You heard the other three not far behind you.
You don’t remember much of anything after that. But the small pieces you do remember will haunt you for the rest of your life. Min, lying on the ground, still conscious and surrounded by so much blood.
(You almost wish he’d not been conscious at all. You know that it would have meant more serious injuries, but at least then he wouldn’t have known how much pain he was in. He wouldn’t have looked up with eyes so full of tears and fear, begging you to erase both.)
And now the four of you sit, wait for any news from the operating room. Your manager is pacing behind you, railing into his cell phone about incompetent staff who can’t be bothered to properly safeguard a location. The rest of you haven’t really spoken at all since Min was wheeled through the emergency room doors and away from your watchful eyes. All you can do is wait and cry and hold onto each other the way you’d all failed to hold onto him.
The doctors emerge from the room a while later. The news could be worse, but it could also be better. His left leg is fractured in three places, he has four broken ribs while three more are bruised, and his left elbow is shattered. They’re not sure he’ll ever get full range of movement back in that arm.
They try to tell you to limit your visits to two people and 15 minutes. You tell them to go to hell, and the four of you walk back together. He’s awake, barely, when you enter his room and surround his bed. You’re almost afraid to touch him, scared to hurt him any further, but he reaches out for your hand. You’ve never been able to say no to him.
He smiles tiredly as he looks at all of you. The pain meds are obviously kicking in as he fights to keep his eyes open just a few moments longer. You smooth back his hair, assure him that none of you are going anywhere. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs sleepily as his eyes start to drift shut.
“For what, baby?” You try to keep the surprise out of your voice, but you don’t think you’re very successful.
“For making all of you worry…” He trails off as he finally falls asleep, and you fight back even more tears. He’s going to be okay, you have to remind yourself. It could have been so much worse, but it wasn’t; he’ll be fine.
You glance over at Yunho attempting to comfort both Yoochun and Junsu even as he battles his own emotions. You lay your head down on Changmin’s hospital bed, one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other still desperately clinging to his good hand. You’ll all get through this, the five of you together just as it seems like it’s always been.
*peeks out of hiding place* I'm sorry. I'll make it better. Promise... *cries, runs away again*
Author: dreaming_col
Notes: WARNING-- My angst muse escaped and slaughtered my fluff muse. I have since managed to get her back under control, but not before she did, well, this... Don't hurt meeeee!!!!! *hides*
Previous: Part 1, Interlude, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,
Part 9, Part 10
Part 11: Broken
Looking back on it now, you should have known. Everything had been going far too smoothly for the five you, some minor complications and illnesses but overall pretty good. It was only to be expected that something would come along to screw it up.
The idea of a photo shoot in an old, traditional Japanese building had truly excited all of you. You were all too often surrounded by manufactured glamour and exotic locations, so this escape into some kind of history satisfied that yearning deep inside of you for something different.
The building had been bigger than any of you thought it would be, six stories high like it was reaching up and away for something no one else could fathom. Shooting had started out on the grounds then progressed slowly through the first and second floors. You had a short lunch break before proceeding to the third floor.
You’d been surrounded all day by the creaks and groans of an old structure acclimating itself to the presence of people once again. Anytime two or more of you were off-camera, you made up ghost stories of lost loves and bitter lives then laughed at the absurdity of your imaginations.
You and Junsu were trading just these kinds of stories, watching as the other three had photos done on the balcony and fought to keep the laughter off their faces. During a quick reprieve while the photographer changed cameras, Min shot you a playful glare that you returned with an innocent grin.
You think you should have noticed the intensified whining of the building around you. You think now that you should’ve mouthed a quick ‘I love you’ to Min during that brief break. You think of so many should have’s and could have’s and would have’s, but what you think now makes no difference in what happened.
Yoochun, Yunho, and Changmin leaned casually against the balcony’s railing with Changmin in between the other two. You heard the deafening noise of splintering wood, but you hadn’t quite realized what was happening until you’d seen Min’s eyes widen in a strange mixture of shock and resignation.
Yunho and Yoochun both attempted to hold onto him, grabbed his arms but the slick material of his shirt slipped through their fingers. Nothing any of you could do then but watch the seconds turn into hours as he fell. You turned away, ran for the stairs before he even made impact. You heard the other three not far behind you.
You don’t remember much of anything after that. But the small pieces you do remember will haunt you for the rest of your life. Min, lying on the ground, still conscious and surrounded by so much blood.
(You almost wish he’d not been conscious at all. You know that it would have meant more serious injuries, but at least then he wouldn’t have known how much pain he was in. He wouldn’t have looked up with eyes so full of tears and fear, begging you to erase both.)
And now the four of you sit, wait for any news from the operating room. Your manager is pacing behind you, railing into his cell phone about incompetent staff who can’t be bothered to properly safeguard a location. The rest of you haven’t really spoken at all since Min was wheeled through the emergency room doors and away from your watchful eyes. All you can do is wait and cry and hold onto each other the way you’d all failed to hold onto him.
The doctors emerge from the room a while later. The news could be worse, but it could also be better. His left leg is fractured in three places, he has four broken ribs while three more are bruised, and his left elbow is shattered. They’re not sure he’ll ever get full range of movement back in that arm.
They try to tell you to limit your visits to two people and 15 minutes. You tell them to go to hell, and the four of you walk back together. He’s awake, barely, when you enter his room and surround his bed. You’re almost afraid to touch him, scared to hurt him any further, but he reaches out for your hand. You’ve never been able to say no to him.
He smiles tiredly as he looks at all of you. The pain meds are obviously kicking in as he fights to keep his eyes open just a few moments longer. You smooth back his hair, assure him that none of you are going anywhere. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs sleepily as his eyes start to drift shut.
“For what, baby?” You try to keep the surprise out of your voice, but you don’t think you’re very successful.
“For making all of you worry…” He trails off as he finally falls asleep, and you fight back even more tears. He’s going to be okay, you have to remind yourself. It could have been so much worse, but it wasn’t; he’ll be fine.
You glance over at Yunho attempting to comfort both Yoochun and Junsu even as he battles his own emotions. You lay your head down on Changmin’s hospital bed, one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other still desperately clinging to his good hand. You’ll all get through this, the five of you together just as it seems like it’s always been.
*peeks out of hiding place* I'm sorry. I'll make it better. Promise... *cries, runs away again*