[✔] HELLEVATOR ── chanlix

25.

        BRIGHT LIGHTS WERE THE first thing Chan opened his eyes to. Although he was half asleep, he was positive that those lights were given the power of the entire sun.

Chan released a huff as he closed his eyes again, tugging an arm up to shield his face from the lights before he pried his eyes open again.

"Oh, Changbin! He's awake!"

His eyes then flew open again, his head turning to the side quickly (he regretted it right afterwards with how much noise his neck had made. Was he really laying that stiffly?) and rested his eyes on Jisung, who was sitting on the edge of a brown chair.

Changbin rushed into the room, his hair sticking up in every single direction. Had Chan not been so confused, he would have laughed.

He had never seen Changbin so disheveled and harnessing a disregard for his hair's treatment.

"Oh thank fuck! You have no idea how long we were waiting for you to wake up. You scared us so fucking badly-"

Chan swallowed, only to realize his mouth and his throat were drier than the Sahara Desert.

"Where am I?" He questioned, forcing himself to sit up slightly before he was gently pressed back down by Jisung's hand.

Changbin's jaw clenched, and then he tilted his head from side to side, "You may or may not be in the hospital right now. Your fall was, uh, it was pretty damn bad-"

"You're joking." Chan dropped right back onto the pillow. It took everything inside of him not to grab his pillow and scream into it. But he managed to hold himself back.

The other two just released breaths, both at the same time, before nodding their heads. "You were banged up pretty damn bad, Chan."

He closed his eyes and released a sigh.

So that meant, or the waking up in the hospital meant, that everything he had put himself through for the past two- three? -months was nothing but an entire figment of his imagination.

Renkanra didn't exist- it only existed in his head. Did that mean that the bond he grew with each and every person- this included the ones he didn't talk to that much -were complete bullshit?

Chan sucked in a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and grabbed the pillow that was behind his head. He then pulled it around and slammed it over his face. Inhaling deeply again, Chan then released a loud (rip whoever was near them) yell into the pillow.

As soon as he ran out of air in his lungs, he dropped the pillow into his lap and drew in a slightly calmer breath. He glanced out of the door and offered the worried doctor a look, arching an eyebrow.

The doctor shook his head and walked in wordlessly, pulling the clipboard from the foot of his bed into his hands.

"Finally awake, I see?" The doctor humored, walking towards the IV bag that was hanging beside him to check how much fluid was still inside it. "I'll bring you some water and some ice, then we'll get you food."

After interrogating Chan for another moment, the doctor took the clipboard with him and left the room, leaving Chan to breathe in deeply before he turned to look at Changbin.

"How long have I been 'asleep'?" Chan queried.

Changbin clicked his tongue, glanced down at his phone, and then looked back up at him, "Three months."

Oh.

Chan nodded his head softly, grabbing the pillow and bringing it to his face again, this time letting out a loud sigh and throwing it behind him.