"Namjoon-ah you have to sleep. The nurse told me if you don't sleep they'll have to make you, you lost a lot of blood,you need to rest" this was the third time chanyeol was saying this to him, he was beginning to feel irritated. Did he think he could sleep knowing sehun wasn't out of danger yet?
"I'm fine hyung" it came out much harsher than he intended and it made chanyeol sigh. Sehun had lost consciousness in his arms right before they had gotten to the hospital. He remembered the nurses praising them for not taking the knife out, he remembered the way sehuns body began jerking as they rushed him into an or. He remembered panicking a few phones directed at them. He was still sobbing like a child. He only stopped when they told him sehun needed blood and he slobbe red that he would donate, he could donate
That had been eight hours ago, they were still in surgery and he could not sleep, even if his head felt so light it was difficult to keep it up straight. Sehuns management had managed to get the hospital to maintain some level of secrecy that Sehun was currently in surgery, if people were aware of sehuns situation there was no proof, his manager beside him was almost as jittery as he was,
"Excuse me, if you could tell me how this happened again?" The small man had asked Namjoon but Namjoon was still quietly sobbing, Chanyeol must have told him something because he kept quiet
Namjoon thought about sehun and his silly laugh, the one where he lost control of his movements and acted like a child who wanted to pee, thought about sehuns quiet nature, his kindness. Sehun had shown him how to be kinder to himself, had been the catalyst to him finally letting go of so much that was holding him back and weighing him down. He didn't want to think about a life without sehun, how was he willing to chose sooyoung over him? What type of a person was he?
A horrible person. Sehun came for him, even after what he did he came for him. It should have been him, should have been him in that room fighting for his life. He looked so thin, so weak. Namjoon was afraid
"Someone's coming" Namjoon was on his feet before the doctor even got to them
"How is he?"
"He's stable. The stab wound was very deep and almost ruptured his spleen. He's a young man but he's also a bit malnourished so there's no saying if he would wake up today. He'll be moved to an ICU and only one of you may visit per time"
Namjoon felt the exhaustion and the fatigue hit him like a wave. He had been so scared, so scared quietly rebuking the very thought of sehun dying. He wasn't religious but he was sure he said a few prayers,
It was decided that namjoon would see him first so he did. He looked so frail, so at peace. The intensity of his features relaxed now that he was like this,
"What a relief...what a relief" Namjoon whispered into the room as he stared at sehuns unconscious frame
He woke when he felt his hair brushed aside lightly, his head hurt,his mouth was dry. Sehun was stable now. Sehun
"You're up?" He scoffed. Sehun was awake, still looking and sounding as frail as he had before he had collapsed but he was awake, he was fine. Namjoon was going to sob with relief
"Why?Think a small cut like that could kill me?" It almost did namjoon almost retorted but his mouth was still dry, too dry to speak
"Still crying? " namjoon hadn't even realized tears were falling down his eyes again. He was even a bigger crybaby that jungkook, he hated the faint smile on sehuns face like he had just not been so close to dying
"Shut up" sehun gave the weakest chuckle and namjoon took his hand in his,
"You scared me man...you shouldn't have come. Why did you come?"
