Restoration
Title: Restoration
Author: andersenmom
Claim: Coed School
Prompt: Table 4: 14 - History
Fandom: rpf: Coed School
Rating: PG
Word Count: 583
Summary: HyoYoung is back.
Notes/Warnings: Part of the Mutant!verse created by dizzy_grace and I.
Written for 50ficlets. And, sorry about the title. I'm stuck.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Table
Follows: Bad News and Willful Destruction
HwaYoung jerked upright, and Taewoon stared at her with the rest of the students until she tore out of the study room without even an explanation to anyone. He looked at Chanmi in surprise, and then stiffened as a familiar voice sounded in his head.
:HyoYoung is back and is in the infirmary asking for you,: his English teacher said.
“Watch my stuff,” he said to ChanMi, and abandoned the room nearly as fast as HwaYoung had.
“Oppa!” Chanmi called after him, but he didn’t stop to answer her. He took the stairs down to the infirmary two at a time, dodging through the few students not in study hall, and slowed only when he reached the hallway outside the infirmary. Hesitantly, he pushed open the door and walked in.
Gyuri looked up from writing something on a chart and smiled. “She’s behind the curtains there,” she said, and gestured toward them.
“Thank you,” he said, and walked over, slower now, half afraid of what he’d see. He slipped behind the curtains and then stopped. The only saving grace he could actually see was that she was awake. So many tubes and wires went between her and various machines that he wasn’t sure if he should even come any closer.
HwaYoung looked up and smiled, although her tears ruined the effect. “She’s okay,” she said.
“I can talk,” HyoYoung said, but she sounded so weak, quiet, so unlike her that it took him a moment to step forward. Eventually he did, though, stepping up next to her. “I’m going to be fine.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Gyuri is,” HyoYoung said, and then her hand took his and squeezed it. “I will be okay.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice coming out broken.
“I’m going to get my stuff, I’ll be right back,” HwaYoung said, bent down to kiss her sister’s cheek, and left again. Taewoon was glad; his history was with HyoYoung, before he’d ever met her twin, and he needed it to be just HyoYoung right now.
HyoYoung pulled him closer. “Sorry for what?” she asked.
“I can’t….” TaeWoon sighed and pulled a chair close, sitting down without letting go of her hand. “I wanted to keep you from this.” He could see what they had done to her, now. Her left arm was in a cast, as were two of the fingers on her left hand. She looked like someone had hit her in the face a couple of times, and he could tell that she couldn’t breath very well. Which meant her ribs were cracked at least.
He wanted to kill someone.
Her fingers tightened on his, bringing his attention back to her. “You can’t,” she said softly. “You can only do your best.”
He took a deep breath and focused on what he could do. Not much, but he could do it. “True,” he said. “So, when are you out of here, do you know yet?”
HyoYoung smiled, and he found himself smiling back. “No idea. Not for a while, though, I think. Unni wants to make sure I’m okay.”
“I bet HwaYoung is going bring you your homework and stuff, too.” Taewoon bit the inside of his cheek. “Mind if I join you for lunch or something?”
“Lunch, dinner, breakfast, homework time…. Whenever you want to, oppa. Please.”
“I will,” he promised, and shoved the guilt and the helplessness away into a corner until he had someone - preferably whoever had done that to her - to vent it on.
Author: andersenmom
Claim: Coed School
Prompt: Table 4: 14 - History
Fandom: rpf: Coed School
Rating: PG
Word Count: 583
Summary: HyoYoung is back.
Notes/Warnings: Part of the Mutant!verse created by dizzy_grace and I.
Written for 50ficlets. And, sorry about the title. I'm stuck.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Table
Follows: Bad News and Willful Destruction
HwaYoung jerked upright, and Taewoon stared at her with the rest of the students until she tore out of the study room without even an explanation to anyone. He looked at Chanmi in surprise, and then stiffened as a familiar voice sounded in his head.
:HyoYoung is back and is in the infirmary asking for you,: his English teacher said.
“Watch my stuff,” he said to ChanMi, and abandoned the room nearly as fast as HwaYoung had.
“Oppa!” Chanmi called after him, but he didn’t stop to answer her. He took the stairs down to the infirmary two at a time, dodging through the few students not in study hall, and slowed only when he reached the hallway outside the infirmary. Hesitantly, he pushed open the door and walked in.
Gyuri looked up from writing something on a chart and smiled. “She’s behind the curtains there,” she said, and gestured toward them.
“Thank you,” he said, and walked over, slower now, half afraid of what he’d see. He slipped behind the curtains and then stopped. The only saving grace he could actually see was that she was awake. So many tubes and wires went between her and various machines that he wasn’t sure if he should even come any closer.
HwaYoung looked up and smiled, although her tears ruined the effect. “She’s okay,” she said.
“I can talk,” HyoYoung said, but she sounded so weak, quiet, so unlike her that it took him a moment to step forward. Eventually he did, though, stepping up next to her. “I’m going to be fine.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Gyuri is,” HyoYoung said, and then her hand took his and squeezed it. “I will be okay.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice coming out broken.
“I’m going to get my stuff, I’ll be right back,” HwaYoung said, bent down to kiss her sister’s cheek, and left again. Taewoon was glad; his history was with HyoYoung, before he’d ever met her twin, and he needed it to be just HyoYoung right now.
HyoYoung pulled him closer. “Sorry for what?” she asked.
“I can’t….” TaeWoon sighed and pulled a chair close, sitting down without letting go of her hand. “I wanted to keep you from this.” He could see what they had done to her, now. Her left arm was in a cast, as were two of the fingers on her left hand. She looked like someone had hit her in the face a couple of times, and he could tell that she couldn’t breath very well. Which meant her ribs were cracked at least.
He wanted to kill someone.
Her fingers tightened on his, bringing his attention back to her. “You can’t,” she said softly. “You can only do your best.”
He took a deep breath and focused on what he could do. Not much, but he could do it. “True,” he said. “So, when are you out of here, do you know yet?”
HyoYoung smiled, and he found himself smiling back. “No idea. Not for a while, though, I think. Unni wants to make sure I’m okay.”
“I bet HwaYoung is going bring you your homework and stuff, too.” Taewoon bit the inside of his cheek. “Mind if I join you for lunch or something?”
“Lunch, dinner, breakfast, homework time…. Whenever you want to, oppa. Please.”
“I will,” he promised, and shoved the guilt and the helplessness away into a corner until he had someone - preferably whoever had done that to her - to vent it on.