✈　❛ hospital

@❛ sehun oh。 "all vitals look good." the nurse confirms, lucy is her name. she works at reception part time, ariana has learned, and always is sure to pay her a visit every hour or two. when she does she'll take her hand, squeeze it tightly and say, "keep fighting, pretty girl." being in a coma is like being in a lucid dream. she'll hear everything, completely aware of what is going on, yet her mind twists everything into her own situation. her pictures are painted a murky gray if it's somebody she wasn't familiar with - but when lucy is in, it's calm and beautiful; sunset-like. with a few pats to the back of ariana's hand, it was now lucy's time to take her seat upon the reception desk outside of the ICU. she keeps track of whom enters, who exits, which patients can have visitors, who may not quite yet. so when her gaze lands upon that of a pacing male, a brow raises and she softly clears to question. "excuse me, sir. can i help you with anything?"

@❛ ariana grande。 standing right in the middle of the hallway, sehun stands right before and under the sign that's a silent guide- a marker showing him that he's on the right path towards visiting her, amidst the maze of numerous other ways to go, double doors to access, bustling staff and patients to weave through. intensive care unit. that was the ward where he assumed ariana was placed in, especially after overhearing the extent of the latter's injuries. sticking close to the walls out of fear and anxiety of having people look at him for a second too long, sehun lowered his head, taking quick strides forward. he hugged the bouquet of flowers to himself, wanting its delicate petals from being frayed by the brush of people passing by. tucked under his arm, was the folded pink organic cotton quilt that he gotten for her. finally reaching the nurses's desk, sehun nervously paced back and forth, debating how to get to ariana's bedside, now that he was here.

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the feeling isn't unfamiliar. it's just as if she'd awaken and she's staring at her ceiling, and then her gaze shifts and all of the monsters that'd haunted her dreams before hand stand just before her. her heart races, a sweat breaks upon her forehead, and most importantly: she can't move. though this time around, it's much more frightening than sleep paralysis, because even her eyes lack the strength to shift. time after time, there's a faint sound of whispers and she wonders -- is it in her head? it's really the nurses taking her hand, mentioning that even though the seats in her room were completely vacant, there were people rooting for her. the same group of nurses come in every hour or so, checking her vitals and changing her fluids; whispering words of encouragement. they're there when her heart rate raises as dark clouds begin to hover within her troubled head, and she get's frightened. they're there when there are seemingly golden rays from the sun, peaking over that of spiked tree branches as it arises. sometime within this (seemingly endless) journey, ariana claims them to be her friends. because they're always there - despite the bruises doting upon different places of her head, despite the disgusting stitches keeping together the skin upon her head from the skull recovery surgery. sometimes, it feels as though she's able to see herself - an out of body experience, one may say. she'd hold her own hand, whisper words of encouragement to herself even if she lacked the knowledge of what'd be waiting for her if she were to wake up. they say it's all up to her, to breathe on her own, to fight, to even wiggle a toe, but as much as she tries -- she lacks. ariana wants to scream, tell them that she's trying. but she's worn out, tired. she wishes to just... sleep.

@❛ naeun son。 "we'll continue this boys only talk later." chanyeol whispered loudly, not at all trying to hide it from the older sibling of the two when she entered the room. in all hopes however, he truly wished that gunhee would forget about it due time; not recall to ever bring up the matter once more. either that or naeun would become off the market. one or the other resolutions would work. a win-win situation for all, as gunhee would indirectly get his answer and chanyeol would no longer be able to be seen in suspicion by the younger latter. most importantly, naeun wouldn't be an option anymore- not one he could run to in times of emotional turmoil. he wouldn't be able to use naeun at his dispense- as his rebound, breakthrough- whatever the label was in order to get over a previous significant other. although now, after knowing that naeun was the type of person to doubtlessly help others thanks to gunhee, chanyeol could shamelessly see himself in the near future taking advantage of such a trait. he wasn't guilty, or so he tried to convince himself, because naeun seemed to reciprocate. she didn't seem to mind getting herself involved.

"flowers? aww, you really didn't have to!" chanyeol exclaimed, giving a small pout. "but thank you." he said to naeun, showing her a heartwarming smile. "i'm okay, i told you just a minor fracture." chanyeol assured with a small laugh, amused at how fretful naeun was, despite having known what happened already. "this, is the real problem though, to be honest." chanyeol grumbled, looking up at his bloody, patched up forehead and scabbed scrape across his nose bridge. "it's ruining my attractiveness."

@❛ chanyeol park。 [] ITS OK I DIDNT REALIZE

"are you living a decent life?" the younger male butted in while chanyeol had continued to lecture him on staying in school, the talk he's heard the most of the time; he needs to focus on his work to maintain a good life, he won't be anything without schooling. that's why he looks up to his older sister - she didn't finish high school, she became independent on her own at sixteen, and at the same time became a mother figure to him. he frowned at the thought of him being of a nuisance to her before the sound of chanyeol's voice guided him back to reality. he furrowed his brows and scratched the back of his head. 'i guess he does have a point'. he parted his lips to retaliate, though eventually not coming up with anything to respond with. this man -- park chanyeol, had allowed his older sister to sleepover, handle him when drunk, and trusted her to comfort him when needed. that and with the elder's words, he figured a conclusion for himself. "i guess you don't just care about anyone easily, right? i'm glad that you care about her though, sometimes she cares about me, and others, too much that she forgets she's not indestructible," he breathed out before the door swung open, revealing naeun, who juggled way too many stuff in her arms. gunhee immediately stood and took the flowers from her arms, as well as the snacks she'd bought and placed them on the counter, as she rushed over to chanyeol with worry exuding her. "are you alright? you big loser, i'm going to need to stair-proof you!"

@❛ naeun son。 [] lmao omfg sorry for the horrible grammar for that last post btw damn phone fudged up everythangggg

"she just wants you to do well, gunhee." chanyeol advised, although he was smiling at his snickers. "but seriously, stay in school, do well, and you'll get a good job and live a pretty decent life." he sternly nagged, internally ridiculing himself for teaching the younger male how to be a responsible adult when he himself was hardly anything but that. if anything, chanyeol was most certain that gunhee was more mature than him in many aspects of life. he frowned a bit when he heard the young boy sigh, wondering what was troubling the youth. but he didn't need to ask, as gunhee told chanyeol himself, and the older male wished he hadn't known, because the topic that he had pulled up was one that chanyeol really didn't want to discuss. especially not with the girl's younger brother. yet respectively, as gunhee said, being the younger brother, he had the right to know the truth. "you probably see and hear about the senior students going to prom right? do all the people that dance with each other there like each other? maybe, maybe not." chanyeol just said, shrugging. "i do care about you and her a lot though." he then added softly, looking away, down to his hands, drumming the fingers of his good hand against the molded cast of his fractured wrist.

@❛ chanyeol park。 gunhee gave the older male a genuine laugh, nodding as he knew that trick all too well. "yeah, naeun caught me copying my friend's before and gave me an earful," he snickered at her faint words that went along the lines of, 'you don't learn anything' and 'you only cheat yourself'. gunhee released a small sigh as he tapped his fingers upon the arm rest, pondering over how he should word the question. "do you like my sister?" the inquiry was vague but he continued with rather good intentions. "granted, i only saw you guys dancing but i'm just asking, as the younger brother and everything."

@❛ naeun son。 [] whyyy :c

"if it makes you feel any better, i used to copy the answers from my friends all the time on the day that is was due." although he knee gunhee was on the shier and quieter side, the teenager was more so than usual today. chanyeol gave him a small smile as he sat down on the chair by his bed side. perhaps it was a bit overboard to say such a thing, but having been the younger brother in his own family, gunhee reminded him of his own adolescence. a time in which he had just managed to pull through, and not just because of the rapid growth and developmental stage that happened betwern such an age range. but because of his beloved sister. needless to say he had a soft spot for the both of them; gunhee and naeun. "yeah of course." he encouraged.

@❛ chanyeol park。 [] i'm gonna make gunhee use the lil bed remote and move ur bed on accident

with a green visitor tag pinned to his shirt, in recognition of his sister, the younger lad shuffled in while shutting the door quietly to avoid burdening other patients. he had a hand of his on his nape as he took a seat on a vacant chair that was positioned beside chanyeol's hospital bed, sensing the deafening silence that struck him with awkwardness. "school is ... fine, you can say," he said, though it was rather the opposite if you asked naeun. "homework was frustrating but naeun's pretty smart so she sort of did the whole thing". he scratched his temple with a sheepish smile. "i told her not to but she's stubborn," he glanced at the propped tv that hung on the wall, then at chanyeol. "can i ask you something?"

@❛ naeun son。 [] that teehee i'm scared

the nurse had came in to let him know that two guests; one female and younger male were waiting to directed to his room at the nurse's desk on the ward. of course, knowing who it was, chanyeol had given the nurse permission to let them in and shortly after, chanyeol heard the familiar tenor-pitched voice of naeun's younger brother. the usual docile nature that the latter exhibited however was broken when gunhee lamely insulted his reason for being in the hospital. "haha, very funny buddy." chanyeol sarcastically answered. " come in, you're my first VIP guest. to visit me. how was school? how was your homework?" he asked, maneuvering the bed to sit up a little more.

@❛ chanyeol park。 [] teehee

opening the door, gunhee peeked his head in with an uneasy smile. "are you chanyeol? my sister, naeun, she's checking in but the office lady said you were in this room," he scratched his head, unsure of the person's face though it seems recognizable from his party and from seeing his older sister and him slow dancing in his living room. "she said you got hit by stpd; stupid tall people disorder."