FANFIC: "Angels Fall": Ch. 3: "Waiting & Cleaning & Waiting Some More" (See List For Pairings)
Title: Angels Fall: Ch.3 Waiting & Cleaning & Waiting Some More
Pairings: SoulMates (JaejoongxYoochun; Hint/Suggested), (See Note)
Characters: Heechul (SuJu; Guest Ch 2.), Silver (OCGuest Ch 3-?),
Writer: black_prophet (midsummer_slave)
Genre: SciFi/Fantasy, Angst
Length: Mini-Series
Rating: PG13 (Language (Later) etc)
Warning: Character Injury & Suicide/Death(Ch 1. sorta), New Style for Lala?, Angels, Cursing, Familiar OCs Visiting
Dedication: To any and all of my readers, wherever you are. This fic starts out dark, but hopefully will get much brighter. The future gets brighter, darlings, but you have to be around to see it! Without you, the world is less bright; my world is less bright. Don't give up, I love you.
A/N 1: So this fic really sorta starts out as ‘no pairings’ and may at some point widen to almost ‘all pairings’ in some way or another. (Even if it is just friendship and minor ‘crushing’, I’m trying to widen the scope of my fics a bit.) To start though, not really any specific pairings. You’ll see when it gets ‘real’. Ship away though, babes!
A/N 2: So we're past the 'character death' hurdle, thanks for sticking with me (if you're reading this, of course). Anyway, on to new things! So this isn't really new, because if you read me you should have seen this bitch by now... But wave at my blondeAmericana thesilveramazon if you're grateful to her, okay? I know I am. Ya! Babe? I love you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of DBSK, HoMin, JYJ or any other bands that may make cameo appearances. I never saw this happen, I don't claim this to be true because it is FAN FICTION and a product of my own mind. I own and ‘am’ the “L” in “XLS” which will probably visit here. I own the other two bitches too (X&S) but don’t tell them I told you, okay? I have no beta, forgive mistakes.
Previous Chapters: "Ch 1: Bleeding" "Ch 2: Choosing & Falling"
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Sitting on the floor, surrounded by red, Jaejoong cradled a now-breathing Yoochun in his arms. What grace he had while being an Angel was now gone, forced into a lifeless body along with the soul that belonged to it; used to save a life. He felt, strange, without it. It was all he had known in his existence, the constant glow of Heaven, the strength of his Grace. And now it was gone.
There was a coolness inside him now, a soft darkness like an empty room or perhaps a cave, a well in the earth that collected darkness and cooler air until the sun poured searing light into the void. It was in this place his Grace once rested, a place that Jaejoong accepted would probably never feel warm again. Still, when Yoochun inhaled, he felt something flutter in the darkness.
Perhaps this was the start of emotions, as humans knew them? But it was too soon to tell, so Jaejoong pushed such thoughts aside and waited for help. He had a fragmented story pieced together in his mind, one that would hold up until he could work on something better. He was Jaejoong, a friend and close ‘companion’ of one Park Yoochun. The musician wouldn’t be awake for a while to argue the fact, and Jaejoong decided if worse came to worse he could play the ‘perhaps he’s forgotten due to trauma?’ card.
Humans had a name for that sort of thing, but it escaped the angel’s thoughts at the moment. It didn’t matter anyway. He had found the musician breathing his last and done the only thing he could think of: tried to save him. Emergency breathing techniques -the humans had a name for that too- and pressure on the wound. It made sense that Yoochun was alive, in a nearly-miraculous sort of way.
If they only knew.
“I’ve done the hardest part already, Yoochun.” Jaejoong murmured as he ran bloody fingers through the musician’s black-silk hair. He stopped, considering the red on his hands, and felt a shudder work its way down his spine before he managed to shake it off. He was fine, Yoochun was fine.
“I’ve saved you, you just have to hold on and let me prove to you that life is worth living and the world needs you in it. Because it does, Yoochun, it does need you, and I will do all I can to make you realize it.”
*
Jaejoong stepped back as the paramedics went to work, taking a moment to strip his bloodied shirt away and wash the red-fluid from his skin. He had on clean clothes in moments -pilfered from Yoochun’s substantial closet- and returned in time to save one of the men from getting bit by Harang.
Coaxing the growling animal into the bathroom, Jaejoong shut the anxious dog away and returned in time to see them wheeling his human toward the door. “Is he alright?”
One of the paramedics -the one Jae had saved- hesitated, flashing a tight smile as he clapped Jaejoong’s shoulder. “He’s stable right now; we’re taking him to the hospital. Do you want to ride with us, or would you prefer to drive?”
“Ah…” Jaejoong murmured, eyes falling on the counter with Yoochun’s keys. His reply poured out before he could even think about it. “Actually, I think it would be better to drive. I can’t leave Harang alone too long, and it would be easier for me to get back…”
“Alright, I’ll write down the address and you can follow us over there.” The tech smiled, snagging a piece of paper and a pen on the counter. He quickly scribbled down directions and the address, adding his name and a phone number. “In case they give you a hard time about it, my name is Lee HyoShin and here’s my number. We’ll make sure to give them your information as his contact.”
Ignoring the appraising look, Jaejoong bowed and casually shuffled the paramedic out the door. “Thank you so much, Lee HyoShin; take good care of him.”
*
It was stupid, but before he left for the hospital, Jaejoong cleaned. He couldn’t help it, his mind kept pointing out that leaving the mess to sit would only make it worse. And how would Yoochun feel, returning to the still graphically-set scene of his suicide?
And so Jaejoong scrubbed the floors and cleaned up the bottles and broken glass, tossing out the blank sheet-music that was stained with red. Organizing the rest and stowing it in the desk he had seen in Yoochun’s memories, he then stripped the bed and started the linens in the washing machine before slipping into the bathroom.
A blood-spattered Harang lay on the floor, moping at him.
“You’re a mess, you know.” He murmured softly as he knelt at the dog’s side, scratching behind a drooping pointed ear. “You’d be an even bigger mess if you had attacked one of those men; they wouldn’t have saved your father then.”
Harang lifted his head, wagging his tail hard enough that it thumped on the tile. Jaejoong smiled faintly. “You know I’m talking about him, don’t you?”
The dog whined, sitting up to stare at the Angel eye-to-eye.
“I’m not sure if you could see me because of me, or because of you.” Jaejoong admitted, standing and searching the room for some sort of wash. “And I don’t suppose you’ll tell me, will you?”
The Malamute tilted his head in question, tail halting. Jaejoong noted the look with a glance over his shoulder, and muttered under his breath as he went back to searching. “Yes, I rather thought not…”
Under the counter there was a bottle with a picture of a dog on it; an herbal shampoo for Harang. “Wow, you’re spoiled, aren’t you?”
Harang barked, tail wagging again, and it made the Angel smile. “Well, I need to wash you before I turn you loose in the apartment again; I just got things cleaned up and I’m not sure your father would react well to seeing you covered in blood.”
At the word ‘father’, the Malamute barked and bounced around.
Jae’s smile widened. “A bath first -probably for both of us because I’ve never done this before- and then I’ll go see if I can bring him home to you. I doubt it, but it won’t hurt to check.”
Washing the Malamute did indeed lead to Jaejoong cleaning himself again, though this time he used Yoochun’s shower and body wash rather than a quick swipe of a washcloth to remove the blood. Though Jaejoong had opened the door back to the apartment, Harang lay outside the shower-doors like a black-and-white rug, snoozing contentedly after the wrestling match he’d forced the Angel into. It wasn’t that he was badly behaved about having a bath, rather just the opposite: Harang loved baths, particularly splashing around like some awkward fish.
Half the water had wound up outside of the tub, sloshed over the edges and soaking the floor. A quarter of it wound up soaking the angel and his clean clothing, and Jaejoong estimated the rest was more or less soaked up by the Malamute’s plush coat. It took three towels to dry Harang, and another two to clean up the floor.
With the impromptu flood all mopped up, Harang sprawled on the cool tile and Jaejoong showered; washing away the smell of wet dog.
Once again dressed in Yoochun’s clothing and a handsome pair of boots he had found in the closet, Jaejoong moved over the laundry and left Harang with a final pat, promising to be back soon to walk and feed him regardless of Yoochun’s condition. He left the apartment with the keys and directions in one hand, knowing he would be back soon.
After all, where else was a former Angel going to go?
*
Yoochun’s car was a cherry-red Ferrari, parked in the underground garage of the apartment building. It gleamed under the artificial lights, glinting like the cherry-liquor Yoochun drank now and again; the inspiration behind the color as far as Jaejoong understood from the memories he had seen. The touch of the musician’s soul had given him more insight than the specific memories he had watched like movie-clips, a download of information that lead to him knowing about cooking -what little Yoochun could safely accomplish-, music, driving, song-writing and alcohol.
It was far easier for the Angel to relate the color to the bottles of liquor in the cabinet rather than the musician’s blood on the floor.
The car was sleek and shining, doted on almost as much as the Malamute and the piano Jaejoong had left in Yoochun’s apartment. Nervously Jaejoong jangled the keys in one hand, glancing around the empty garage before slinking closer. He ran the barest touch over one sleek panel; dropping his hand away for a moment before returning to ghost a second touch over the glossy paint.
“Wow.” Jaejoong murmured at last, opening the door and sliding into the black leather seat. Settling himself and closing the door, he smiled as he turned the key in the ignition and the machine purred to life.
Oh… I think… I think I could get used to this.
The drive to the hospital was a short one, Jaejoong was almost sad to learn. There was a freedom and a bit of a rush to driving that could swiftly become his new addiction; since he could no longer fly. It was with reluctance that he pulled into the parking garage and parked the Ferrari, killing the engine and sliding out of the car. Closing the door he gave the car a final affectionate pat, locking it with the keypad and sliding the keys into his pocket.
As he walked to the elevator he was already turning ideas over in his head, wondering where he could really test the vehicle’s speed. He had to admit: Yoochun had incredible taste.
*
Jaejoong hesitated in the hospital itself, eyes wide as he watched people dart to and fro. There was a flurry of nurses in white coats bolting around; all of them obeying the slightly-accented orders of a tall blonde who snapped the next command out as fast as she finished the first. Watching her stalk over to the counter, the Angel decided that was the best place to start, and approached cautiously.
“What the hell is going on with my emergency patient?” The woman barked in annoyance as a stack of charts immediately appeared beside her, brought by a terrified looking intern. She spun on him without hesitation when he simply stood there, eyes narrowing. “Ya! Am I speaking English without realizing it?! What’s going on with my latest emergency that HyoShin brought in?”
She slapped a clipboard on the counter in emphasis of her demand.
“Ah! Here ma’am.” Another intern murmured, quickly offering up the chart in question. “We’re still waiting for his family to arrive.”
“HyoShin said no family.” The blonde -Silver, Jaejoong read from her nametag- rolled her eyes. “That’s why I need his chart. Aha! HyoShin said a Jaejoong would be here, that’s who found him anyway.”
“Ah, hello.” Jaejoong murmured, bowing when the woman glanced his way. “I’m Jaejoong.”
Blue eyes widened in surprise, skating over the black button-down shirt he wore -the top three buttons open and sleeves rolled to his elbows- tucked into dark blue jeans. “You’re Jaejoong?”
“Ah, yes.” He murmured, shaking his black bangs out of his eyes. “I’m here for Park Yoochun.”
One of the interns paused, considering Jaejoong’s back, and unintentionally spoke aloud. “Lucky Park Yoochun…”
Silver’s head snapped around to level a glare at the woman. “Lee Seohee, you better get back to work or I swear you’re cleaning this whole floor by yourself before you go home tonight!”
The girl eeped and fled without another word. Jaejoong glanced after her, then back to the Head Nurse, his eyes widening in mute question, one brow climbing upward. All he had learned from Yoochun’s memories would not help him here, it was just easier to be silent and hope for some clarity to come on its own.
Silver blinked at him, frowning. “Don’t look at me like that; like you don’t know you’re attractive.”
The arched eyebrow fell, expression transforming into utterly shocked and completely honest confusion. “I’m sorry?” He murmured as politely as he could.
“Why are you sorry? She lost her head just like every other girl that sees you probably does.” Silver grunted. “And you probably shouldn’t apologize for being that good looking, I doubt you can help it anyway. But she’s not supposed to lose her mind over some pretty-boy; she’s going to be a nurse. She can’t afford to lose her head just because a hot guy walks into the hospital. DO YOU HEAR ME PEOPLE? We cannot stop doing our job just because a fine piece of ass walks in the door!”
Jaejoong coughed on nothing, blushing in a fierce rush as several nurses glanced their way and bobbed in obedient bows.
Silver grunted, sighing as her shoulders fell slightly. “Sorry, sorry; I’m tired and I start acting way too American when I’m tired. It isn’t your fault, and I shouldn’t take it out on you. I’ll get Seohee later, and that will be enough.”
“Ah…” Jaejoong wasn’t sure what to say, so he just shifted in uncomfortable silence.
Silver rolled her eyes, re-stacking the charts that had just arrived before stepping around the desk. “ Come on, I’ll take you to see Yoochun now that we have him stable; we can talk there, no interns will be able to foam over you.”
“O…kay?”
*
Nurse Trayne -Silver to everyone because the American name threw them and apparently her first name was just easier to use- led Jaejoong down the hallway. As she paced, interns fluttered into view and then bolted out of her way, falling over themselves as they scrambled to avoid her eye. The Angel rather doubted any of them were successful, but he watched the practice with interest.
Silver just seemed resigned, sighing as she opened the proper door and ushered him inside with a wave of the chart in her hand. “Here we are.”
With a faint bow Jaejoong stepped in first, freezing just a few paces into the room as he caught sight of the figure on the bed. Yoochun was connected to several machines that beeped and clicked, wires and I.V.s draped here and there. He was pale, even against the white fabric of the hospital sheets, his hair a flow of black around his drawn face.
A technician on the far side of the room squeaked, distracted from her task. Jaejoong ignored her as he paced across the room to Yoochun’s side, taking the unconscious man’s hand and leaning over him with a concerned noise.
Silver watched the female intern as the clueless girl stared at the newly arrived male the whole time.
“Oh for the love of god what the hell is wrong with all of you!?” The Head Nurse snapped, letting the door close as she stomped in. “Damn it, Kyarii, get the hell out of here until you can do your job properly. OUT!”
The intern bolted, yelping when the blonde nurse whacked her with the files still in hand. Silver was hissing the whole time as she herded the girl out with more smacks of the file. “Out out out! Jesus fucking CHRIST, do none of you have any SENSE!? Oh my god I swear I’m going back to America to gather supplies and then I’m dragging you all into a lecture hall for a talk that you will never. Never. Ever. Forget.”
Jaejoong remained oblivious as the door swung shut behind the departing body.
Jaejoong frowned as he leaned over the bed and brushed black strands back to Yoochun’s temple, ignoring the whole scene. “Oh Chun-ah… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t get there in time to stop you from doing this to yourself.”
With the door closed behind her terrified intern, Silver spun to face the pair of men once again, slowly approaching the foot of the bed. “Jaejoong? He won’t be awake for a while, we have him heavily sedated while the painkillers start working and he recovers from the trauma and surgery…”
“That’s fine.” Jaejoong replied. “I’ll wait for him; I wasn’t planning on doing anything else anyway.”
“You’ll, wait?” Silver inched to the side, trying to read his expression.
“Of course, he’s my only friend.” Jaejoong glanced at her with a frown, tossing his head to shake his bangs out of his eyes. “Can I not do that?”
“No, well, ah…” Silver shook her head, recovering from a momentary loss of words. “That’s fine, if you want to wait for him to wake. At least until visiting hours are over.”
“How long do I have?”
“Until four o’clock.”
“Then I will stay until four o’clock.”
“You… There probably won’t be much change in his condition for a while, Jaejoong-sshi. As I said, we have him sedated.”
“That’s fine. It’s enough that I can sit here with him for a while.” Jaejoong shrugged. “And then I will go back to his home and take care of things, and then come back tomorrow… I can come back tomorrow, yes?”
“Ah, yes, you can…” Silver murmured haltingly. After a few moments of silence she opened her mouth to persuade the strange man of another course of action, and then hissed in annoyance when the pager at her belt went off. “I… I have other patients to tend to, but later I’ll need to ask you a few questions.”
“Whatever you’d like, ma’am.” Jaejoong replied as he pulled a chair to Yoochun’s bedside and sat, cradling one of the musician’s hands between his own. “I’ll be here.”
Waiting.
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 4: Startled, Annoyed, Caught"
I return to you with more "Angels Fall"! Noona is ALL OVER THIS so I hope you guys don't mind. I need an HBIC, and she's one of the first to come to mind, like ALWAYS. So, I hope you enjoyed the read. Who wants to see what happens next? ^.^
Pairings: SoulMates (JaejoongxYoochun; Hint/Suggested), (See Note)
Characters: Heechul (SuJu; Guest Ch 2.), Silver (OCGuest Ch 3-?),
Writer: black_prophet (midsummer_slave)
Genre: SciFi/Fantasy, Angst
Length: Mini-Series
Rating: PG13 (Language (Later) etc)
Warning: Character Injury & Suicide/Death(Ch 1. sorta), New Style for Lala?, Angels, Cursing, Familiar OCs Visiting
Dedication: To any and all of my readers, wherever you are. This fic starts out dark, but hopefully will get much brighter. The future gets brighter, darlings, but you have to be around to see it! Without you, the world is less bright; my world is less bright. Don't give up, I love you.
A/N 1: So this fic really sorta starts out as ‘no pairings’ and may at some point widen to almost ‘all pairings’ in some way or another. (Even if it is just friendship and minor ‘crushing’, I’m trying to widen the scope of my fics a bit.) To start though, not really any specific pairings. You’ll see when it gets ‘real’. Ship away though, babes!
A/N 2: So we're past the 'character death' hurdle, thanks for sticking with me (if you're reading this, of course). Anyway, on to new things! So this isn't really new, because if you read me you should have seen this bitch by now... But wave at my blondeAmericana thesilveramazon if you're grateful to her, okay? I know I am. Ya! Babe? I love you.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of DBSK, HoMin, JYJ or any other bands that may make cameo appearances. I never saw this happen, I don't claim this to be true because it is FAN FICTION and a product of my own mind. I own and ‘am’ the “L” in “XLS” which will probably visit here. I own the other two bitches too (X&S) but don’t tell them I told you, okay? I have no beta, forgive mistakes.
Previous Chapters: "Ch 1: Bleeding" "Ch 2: Choosing & Falling"
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Sitting on the floor, surrounded by red, Jaejoong cradled a now-breathing Yoochun in his arms. What grace he had while being an Angel was now gone, forced into a lifeless body along with the soul that belonged to it; used to save a life. He felt, strange, without it. It was all he had known in his existence, the constant glow of Heaven, the strength of his Grace. And now it was gone.
There was a coolness inside him now, a soft darkness like an empty room or perhaps a cave, a well in the earth that collected darkness and cooler air until the sun poured searing light into the void. It was in this place his Grace once rested, a place that Jaejoong accepted would probably never feel warm again. Still, when Yoochun inhaled, he felt something flutter in the darkness.
Perhaps this was the start of emotions, as humans knew them? But it was too soon to tell, so Jaejoong pushed such thoughts aside and waited for help. He had a fragmented story pieced together in his mind, one that would hold up until he could work on something better. He was Jaejoong, a friend and close ‘companion’ of one Park Yoochun. The musician wouldn’t be awake for a while to argue the fact, and Jaejoong decided if worse came to worse he could play the ‘perhaps he’s forgotten due to trauma?’ card.
Humans had a name for that sort of thing, but it escaped the angel’s thoughts at the moment. It didn’t matter anyway. He had found the musician breathing his last and done the only thing he could think of: tried to save him. Emergency breathing techniques -the humans had a name for that too- and pressure on the wound. It made sense that Yoochun was alive, in a nearly-miraculous sort of way.
If they only knew.
“I’ve done the hardest part already, Yoochun.” Jaejoong murmured as he ran bloody fingers through the musician’s black-silk hair. He stopped, considering the red on his hands, and felt a shudder work its way down his spine before he managed to shake it off. He was fine, Yoochun was fine.
“I’ve saved you, you just have to hold on and let me prove to you that life is worth living and the world needs you in it. Because it does, Yoochun, it does need you, and I will do all I can to make you realize it.”
*
Jaejoong stepped back as the paramedics went to work, taking a moment to strip his bloodied shirt away and wash the red-fluid from his skin. He had on clean clothes in moments -pilfered from Yoochun’s substantial closet- and returned in time to save one of the men from getting bit by Harang.
Coaxing the growling animal into the bathroom, Jaejoong shut the anxious dog away and returned in time to see them wheeling his human toward the door. “Is he alright?”
One of the paramedics -the one Jae had saved- hesitated, flashing a tight smile as he clapped Jaejoong’s shoulder. “He’s stable right now; we’re taking him to the hospital. Do you want to ride with us, or would you prefer to drive?”
“Ah…” Jaejoong murmured, eyes falling on the counter with Yoochun’s keys. His reply poured out before he could even think about it. “Actually, I think it would be better to drive. I can’t leave Harang alone too long, and it would be easier for me to get back…”
“Alright, I’ll write down the address and you can follow us over there.” The tech smiled, snagging a piece of paper and a pen on the counter. He quickly scribbled down directions and the address, adding his name and a phone number. “In case they give you a hard time about it, my name is Lee HyoShin and here’s my number. We’ll make sure to give them your information as his contact.”
Ignoring the appraising look, Jaejoong bowed and casually shuffled the paramedic out the door. “Thank you so much, Lee HyoShin; take good care of him.”
*
It was stupid, but before he left for the hospital, Jaejoong cleaned. He couldn’t help it, his mind kept pointing out that leaving the mess to sit would only make it worse. And how would Yoochun feel, returning to the still graphically-set scene of his suicide?
And so Jaejoong scrubbed the floors and cleaned up the bottles and broken glass, tossing out the blank sheet-music that was stained with red. Organizing the rest and stowing it in the desk he had seen in Yoochun’s memories, he then stripped the bed and started the linens in the washing machine before slipping into the bathroom.
A blood-spattered Harang lay on the floor, moping at him.
“You’re a mess, you know.” He murmured softly as he knelt at the dog’s side, scratching behind a drooping pointed ear. “You’d be an even bigger mess if you had attacked one of those men; they wouldn’t have saved your father then.”
Harang lifted his head, wagging his tail hard enough that it thumped on the tile. Jaejoong smiled faintly. “You know I’m talking about him, don’t you?”
The dog whined, sitting up to stare at the Angel eye-to-eye.
“I’m not sure if you could see me because of me, or because of you.” Jaejoong admitted, standing and searching the room for some sort of wash. “And I don’t suppose you’ll tell me, will you?”
The Malamute tilted his head in question, tail halting. Jaejoong noted the look with a glance over his shoulder, and muttered under his breath as he went back to searching. “Yes, I rather thought not…”
Under the counter there was a bottle with a picture of a dog on it; an herbal shampoo for Harang. “Wow, you’re spoiled, aren’t you?”
Harang barked, tail wagging again, and it made the Angel smile. “Well, I need to wash you before I turn you loose in the apartment again; I just got things cleaned up and I’m not sure your father would react well to seeing you covered in blood.”
At the word ‘father’, the Malamute barked and bounced around.
Jae’s smile widened. “A bath first -probably for both of us because I’ve never done this before- and then I’ll go see if I can bring him home to you. I doubt it, but it won’t hurt to check.”
Washing the Malamute did indeed lead to Jaejoong cleaning himself again, though this time he used Yoochun’s shower and body wash rather than a quick swipe of a washcloth to remove the blood. Though Jaejoong had opened the door back to the apartment, Harang lay outside the shower-doors like a black-and-white rug, snoozing contentedly after the wrestling match he’d forced the Angel into. It wasn’t that he was badly behaved about having a bath, rather just the opposite: Harang loved baths, particularly splashing around like some awkward fish.
Half the water had wound up outside of the tub, sloshed over the edges and soaking the floor. A quarter of it wound up soaking the angel and his clean clothing, and Jaejoong estimated the rest was more or less soaked up by the Malamute’s plush coat. It took three towels to dry Harang, and another two to clean up the floor.
With the impromptu flood all mopped up, Harang sprawled on the cool tile and Jaejoong showered; washing away the smell of wet dog.
Once again dressed in Yoochun’s clothing and a handsome pair of boots he had found in the closet, Jaejoong moved over the laundry and left Harang with a final pat, promising to be back soon to walk and feed him regardless of Yoochun’s condition. He left the apartment with the keys and directions in one hand, knowing he would be back soon.
After all, where else was a former Angel going to go?
*
Yoochun’s car was a cherry-red Ferrari, parked in the underground garage of the apartment building. It gleamed under the artificial lights, glinting like the cherry-liquor Yoochun drank now and again; the inspiration behind the color as far as Jaejoong understood from the memories he had seen. The touch of the musician’s soul had given him more insight than the specific memories he had watched like movie-clips, a download of information that lead to him knowing about cooking -what little Yoochun could safely accomplish-, music, driving, song-writing and alcohol.
It was far easier for the Angel to relate the color to the bottles of liquor in the cabinet rather than the musician’s blood on the floor.
The car was sleek and shining, doted on almost as much as the Malamute and the piano Jaejoong had left in Yoochun’s apartment. Nervously Jaejoong jangled the keys in one hand, glancing around the empty garage before slinking closer. He ran the barest touch over one sleek panel; dropping his hand away for a moment before returning to ghost a second touch over the glossy paint.
“Wow.” Jaejoong murmured at last, opening the door and sliding into the black leather seat. Settling himself and closing the door, he smiled as he turned the key in the ignition and the machine purred to life.
Oh… I think… I think I could get used to this.
The drive to the hospital was a short one, Jaejoong was almost sad to learn. There was a freedom and a bit of a rush to driving that could swiftly become his new addiction; since he could no longer fly. It was with reluctance that he pulled into the parking garage and parked the Ferrari, killing the engine and sliding out of the car. Closing the door he gave the car a final affectionate pat, locking it with the keypad and sliding the keys into his pocket.
As he walked to the elevator he was already turning ideas over in his head, wondering where he could really test the vehicle’s speed. He had to admit: Yoochun had incredible taste.
*
Jaejoong hesitated in the hospital itself, eyes wide as he watched people dart to and fro. There was a flurry of nurses in white coats bolting around; all of them obeying the slightly-accented orders of a tall blonde who snapped the next command out as fast as she finished the first. Watching her stalk over to the counter, the Angel decided that was the best place to start, and approached cautiously.
“What the hell is going on with my emergency patient?” The woman barked in annoyance as a stack of charts immediately appeared beside her, brought by a terrified looking intern. She spun on him without hesitation when he simply stood there, eyes narrowing. “Ya! Am I speaking English without realizing it?! What’s going on with my latest emergency that HyoShin brought in?”
She slapped a clipboard on the counter in emphasis of her demand.
“Ah! Here ma’am.” Another intern murmured, quickly offering up the chart in question. “We’re still waiting for his family to arrive.”
“HyoShin said no family.” The blonde -Silver, Jaejoong read from her nametag- rolled her eyes. “That’s why I need his chart. Aha! HyoShin said a Jaejoong would be here, that’s who found him anyway.”
“Ah, hello.” Jaejoong murmured, bowing when the woman glanced his way. “I’m Jaejoong.”
Blue eyes widened in surprise, skating over the black button-down shirt he wore -the top three buttons open and sleeves rolled to his elbows- tucked into dark blue jeans. “You’re Jaejoong?”
“Ah, yes.” He murmured, shaking his black bangs out of his eyes. “I’m here for Park Yoochun.”
One of the interns paused, considering Jaejoong’s back, and unintentionally spoke aloud. “Lucky Park Yoochun…”
Silver’s head snapped around to level a glare at the woman. “Lee Seohee, you better get back to work or I swear you’re cleaning this whole floor by yourself before you go home tonight!”
The girl eeped and fled without another word. Jaejoong glanced after her, then back to the Head Nurse, his eyes widening in mute question, one brow climbing upward. All he had learned from Yoochun’s memories would not help him here, it was just easier to be silent and hope for some clarity to come on its own.
Silver blinked at him, frowning. “Don’t look at me like that; like you don’t know you’re attractive.”
The arched eyebrow fell, expression transforming into utterly shocked and completely honest confusion. “I’m sorry?” He murmured as politely as he could.
“Why are you sorry? She lost her head just like every other girl that sees you probably does.” Silver grunted. “And you probably shouldn’t apologize for being that good looking, I doubt you can help it anyway. But she’s not supposed to lose her mind over some pretty-boy; she’s going to be a nurse. She can’t afford to lose her head just because a hot guy walks into the hospital. DO YOU HEAR ME PEOPLE? We cannot stop doing our job just because a fine piece of ass walks in the door!”
Jaejoong coughed on nothing, blushing in a fierce rush as several nurses glanced their way and bobbed in obedient bows.
Silver grunted, sighing as her shoulders fell slightly. “Sorry, sorry; I’m tired and I start acting way too American when I’m tired. It isn’t your fault, and I shouldn’t take it out on you. I’ll get Seohee later, and that will be enough.”
“Ah…” Jaejoong wasn’t sure what to say, so he just shifted in uncomfortable silence.
Silver rolled her eyes, re-stacking the charts that had just arrived before stepping around the desk. “ Come on, I’ll take you to see Yoochun now that we have him stable; we can talk there, no interns will be able to foam over you.”
“O…kay?”
*
Nurse Trayne -Silver to everyone because the American name threw them and apparently her first name was just easier to use- led Jaejoong down the hallway. As she paced, interns fluttered into view and then bolted out of her way, falling over themselves as they scrambled to avoid her eye. The Angel rather doubted any of them were successful, but he watched the practice with interest.
Silver just seemed resigned, sighing as she opened the proper door and ushered him inside with a wave of the chart in her hand. “Here we are.”
With a faint bow Jaejoong stepped in first, freezing just a few paces into the room as he caught sight of the figure on the bed. Yoochun was connected to several machines that beeped and clicked, wires and I.V.s draped here and there. He was pale, even against the white fabric of the hospital sheets, his hair a flow of black around his drawn face.
A technician on the far side of the room squeaked, distracted from her task. Jaejoong ignored her as he paced across the room to Yoochun’s side, taking the unconscious man’s hand and leaning over him with a concerned noise.
Silver watched the female intern as the clueless girl stared at the newly arrived male the whole time.
“Oh for the love of god what the hell is wrong with all of you!?” The Head Nurse snapped, letting the door close as she stomped in. “Damn it, Kyarii, get the hell out of here until you can do your job properly. OUT!”
The intern bolted, yelping when the blonde nurse whacked her with the files still in hand. Silver was hissing the whole time as she herded the girl out with more smacks of the file. “Out out out! Jesus fucking CHRIST, do none of you have any SENSE!? Oh my god I swear I’m going back to America to gather supplies and then I’m dragging you all into a lecture hall for a talk that you will never. Never. Ever. Forget.”
Jaejoong remained oblivious as the door swung shut behind the departing body.
Jaejoong frowned as he leaned over the bed and brushed black strands back to Yoochun’s temple, ignoring the whole scene. “Oh Chun-ah… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t get there in time to stop you from doing this to yourself.”
With the door closed behind her terrified intern, Silver spun to face the pair of men once again, slowly approaching the foot of the bed. “Jaejoong? He won’t be awake for a while, we have him heavily sedated while the painkillers start working and he recovers from the trauma and surgery…”
“That’s fine.” Jaejoong replied. “I’ll wait for him; I wasn’t planning on doing anything else anyway.”
“You’ll, wait?” Silver inched to the side, trying to read his expression.
“Of course, he’s my only friend.” Jaejoong glanced at her with a frown, tossing his head to shake his bangs out of his eyes. “Can I not do that?”
“No, well, ah…” Silver shook her head, recovering from a momentary loss of words. “That’s fine, if you want to wait for him to wake. At least until visiting hours are over.”
“How long do I have?”
“Until four o’clock.”
“Then I will stay until four o’clock.”
“You… There probably won’t be much change in his condition for a while, Jaejoong-sshi. As I said, we have him sedated.”
“That’s fine. It’s enough that I can sit here with him for a while.” Jaejoong shrugged. “And then I will go back to his home and take care of things, and then come back tomorrow… I can come back tomorrow, yes?”
“Ah, yes, you can…” Silver murmured haltingly. After a few moments of silence she opened her mouth to persuade the strange man of another course of action, and then hissed in annoyance when the pager at her belt went off. “I… I have other patients to tend to, but later I’ll need to ask you a few questions.”
“Whatever you’d like, ma’am.” Jaejoong replied as he pulled a chair to Yoochun’s bedside and sat, cradling one of the musician’s hands between his own. “I’ll be here.”
Waiting.
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Next Chapter: "Ch 4: Startled, Annoyed, Caught"
I return to you with more "Angels Fall"! Noona is ALL OVER THIS so I hope you guys don't mind. I need an HBIC, and she's one of the first to come to mind, like ALWAYS. So, I hope you enjoyed the read. Who wants to see what happens next? ^.^