(Title-less) [7/?]
Title: -
Part: 7/?
Characters: suju, teukie centric
Pairings: heeteuk, yewook, kyumin, eunhae, kangteuk
Rating: PG 12
Genre: Angst
DISCLAIMER: i just found out that i owned them!!!! in some wierd alternate dimension
Warning: major depression by heechul and wookie T.T
Summary: Jungsu is tired, so tired of being the leader.
IN THIS CHAPTER: YEWOOK ALERT (last section)
Don't start from nowhere!!!
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Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Intensive care unit, room 11
Heechul 6.45am
The smell of antiseptic invaded his senses. Heechul saw Sungmin move closer to Kyuhyun.
Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.
But he couldn’t help it.
The first thing he saw was the tubes. They were everywhere. Everywhere. Tubes exited from every place imaginable; the neck of his hospital shirt, his arms, and turning and twisting before disappearing into the blanket. All of them ran from machines that flickered and beeped in the quiet room.
Heechul couldn’t help but shudder. He felt Hankyung’s comforting hand on his shoulder.
Look away, look away, look away.
It became like a chant now. Heechul almost cried out in effort.
But it didn’t work.
Against his will, his eyes focused once again onto the center of the room.
In the tangle of tubes and on the soft white bed, lay their hyung. A ring of bandages circled his brow, his soft gentle hair spilling over and onto the stark white pillow
And, for the very first time, Heechul realized how thin and small their elder looked.
His skin was ceramic white, almost as white as the bed sheets. Jungsu’s hospital robe was several sizes too big for him, hanging loosely off his thin frame. Heechul saw that his chest was swathed in bandages and that he was wearing a translucent plastic body brace that kept his back stiff and straight. His right leg was encased in a heavy white cast and propped onto a pillow.
Heechul felt something break within him. He would gladly have his legs broken over and over; have someone run a knife through him again and again than to experience this pain again.
He looked so fragile that it was as though at a single touch, he would shatter into a million pieces.
The heart monitor pulsed gently in the dim room. No one said anything.
Suddenly, he could not hold it in anymore. Trying to hide his face, he dashed out of the room, escaping.
Escaping from the pain.
But it wouldn’t stop.
Why?
Wordless screams escaped his lips as he cried out for the whole world to hear.
Why? Why did God do this to him? Hyung, hyung, hyung. Take me, God, take me instead. He begged to no one but nothing, nothing happened.
Anguished wails that did not seem to belong to him resonated in the corridors; Heechul no longer cared about who or where he was, and screamed until his voice died and he once again lapsed into sobs. He could hear someone’s voice, comforting him but it seemed so, so far away.
Take me. Take me and punish me instead.
SuJu Bus
Ryeowook 10.00am
The bus engine hummed and vibrated. Silence.
The bus was a quiet as a tomb. Nobody moved.
The scene flashed across his eyes. He felt as if he was tied to a chair, felt as if his eyes were forced open, forced open to see the horror, witness the nightmare.
The car. Hitting hyung. Over and over and over and over. He felt a single tear trickle down. Even if he shut his eyes, it was no use.
Please, please let it stop.
A warm hand laced with his. A soft kiss was planted at his ear. Yesung.
“Hyung?”
“Wookie.”
“Make it stop.”
…
“Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.”
Tears were flowing already. He buried his face into Yesung’s jacket.
“Please.”
The scene restarted itself.
“Please.”
A/N: shit!!!! no lousy comments please!!! T.T