What stays in the past
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.
Air sirens. Shouting, voices yelling and barking orders. The squeal of tires and the rattling of metal as the convoy of army vehicles raced down the dirt road. A roar overheard. A quiet "oh god" from the American soldier sitting beside him in the back of the truck.
Blinding pain...then darkness.
Kyuhyun was unconscious for a long time, drifting in a haze of pain and noise. He wasn't even aware of being lifted out of the rubble that had once been a truck, nor the shouts that rang out as someone realized he was still breathing with a caved-in rib cage and metal lodged in his chest.
A miracle, he heard one doctor say that one time he was conscious enough to tell he was in a shelter, on a cot rather than the hard ground. Should be dead. Kyuhyun closed his eyes, the voices all muddling together until they faded into silence again.
He continued to drift, waking up in short bursts to take stock of his surroundings before dropping off again. Finally, nearly two weeks after being pulled from the rubble, his eyes opened again and he groaned quietly at the throbbing pain that racked through his body. Coughing, he turned his head slowly and tried to see where he was.
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.
Air sirens. Shouting, voices yelling and barking orders. The squeal of tires and the rattling of metal as the convoy of army vehicles raced down the dirt road. A roar overheard. A quiet "oh god" from the American soldier sitting beside him in the back of the truck.
Blinding pain...then darkness.
Kyuhyun was unconscious for a long time, drifting in a haze of pain and noise. He wasn't even aware of being lifted out of the rubble that had once been a truck, nor the shouts that rang out as someone realized he was still breathing with a caved-in rib cage and metal lodged in his chest.
A miracle, he heard one doctor say that one time he was conscious enough to tell he was in a shelter, on a cot rather than the hard ground. Should be dead. Kyuhyun closed his eyes, the voices all muddling together until they faded into silence again.
He continued to drift, waking up in short bursts to take stock of his surroundings before dropping off again. Finally, nearly two weeks after being pulled from the rubble, his eyes opened again and he groaned quietly at the throbbing pain that racked through his body. Coughing, he turned his head slowly and tried to see where he was.