It's Not Selfish To Want To Live

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Hi loves! First off, TW: Hospital, medical talk, nothing crazy just wanted to warn you if you're uncomfy with that. Second I'm so sorry this is a day late, I went back on the last 6 chapters to edit them a bit, for small changes.

I wanted to say I decided to use (^^^) this to indicate timeskips(to the past) AND pov changes that are all in the one scene/paragraph. While I'll still be using (~~~) for normal timeskips to the future.

Okay im done rambling for now Enjoy Loves!

Minho walked to his Mother's car, going towards the back seat, something his Father has taught him, he never wanted Minho to sit next to him. As he opened the door, "Minho honey, you can come sit up here." she said, voice laced with confusion. Minho let of a small 'oh' and walked around to the front. Fuck he was out of breath. He climbed in wincing as he grazed many bruises along his legs. "Here baby, I got medicine, tea, and a snack." Minho's stomach rolled, all of those things made his stomach hurt worse just by thinking about. He shook his head, "I'll wait until we get home, thank you Mom." He did not need to throw up in his Mother's car right now. She sighed and started driving home. An unpleasant silence enveloped the car, he could tell she wanted to say, or ask him something. There was light music playing but between the radio ads, his uneven breathing could definintly be heard, making him extremely anxious. He was sitting in the living around the coffee table working on a paper, he was getting frustrated at the topic and sighed a few times, "Can you shut the hell up I'm trying to work!" his father yelled from the couch. "Sorry sir" Minho shuddered, can he not think of that right now? It was making him even more nervous. "Minho... are you okay?" His mother finally asked. Minho glanced over, her face was filled with worry, "Yeah I'm alright." He said slightly too chipped. "Honey... I don't work tomorrow so you're staying home." His Mother firmly said, Minho's eyebrows furrowed. I thought I was never aloud to skip school? Why is everyone conflicting what they've done and said making me feel like the wrong one? "I don't understand, I'm not supposed to miss school." Minho asked, he genuinely was confused. His Mother's heart clenched, "Without good reason you shouldn't miss school, but baby you need to rest, I know you can hear your breathing, your limp?" Minho felt anger bubble up, they were the reason he was hurting? She didn't do anything to stop it? So why is she acting like she cares? "I mean... Isn't that supposed to be apart of my punishment?" He asked quietly.

She froze, thankfully at a red light. He was technically right, in his father's eyes it was a part of his 'punishment'. Yunha wanted nothing more than to go back in time, and fix what she let fester for too long. She had no response. What was she supposed to say? Yeah but I don't agree with your father beating you to this degree. She was a horrible mother, a horrible person. "Minho please just rest I-'' she was cut off by Minho coughing, it was a dry but scratchy cough. At yet another red light, she looked over to see he was staring at his hand, which had blood on it. She could see small drops on the seat. Minho rapidly wiped his hand on his hoodie, he wasn't even concerned about coughing up literal blood, "I-I'm so sorry I di-didn't know I would- I'll clean it I promise." Minho frantically said, breathing picking up, he winced with every breath, his throat hurt from lack of water. Yunha's heart dropped to her stomach. She pulled over to the side of the road fast since no car was around. She turned to see Minho shaking, she reached out to soothe him, just for him to flinch so hard and hit the car door. "I'm sorry please don't hurt me- I'll clean it up I promise!" He pushed out. "No Minho I'm not going to hurt you, it'll come out easily. I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about you baby, has this happened all day?" She asked in the softest tone she could muster up in this panic. Minho's mind was racing so he just answered without thinking, " Yes? No? I thr-threw up a little bit of blood... I think... I'm so sorry." Yunha froze again, he...threw up blood? This is getting dangerous, she needs to get him to a doctor. As she was thinking, she was snapped out of it with Minho's breathing starting to become too short, and too heavy. His eyes were shut tight, he was mumbling apologizes, and was squeezing his arms so tight she was scared he was going to hurt himself. She tried reassuring him, reaching out to soothe him, but as soon as he felt a touch he flinched. She never had any idea on how to help Minho with his panic attack, only to falter as Minho seemed to slump over, swooning off, swaying back and forth, until he passed out. "Minho? Minho baby can you hear me?' Yunha raised her voice. She reacted a few seconds later, shit, she waited for a car to pass by and took a U-turn straight to the hospital.