Recovery (1/1)

Key’s perspective I spent the night with her. I mean, So Eul-noona said she couldn’t come; everyone in the house was “so busy”. HyunMi told me to go and that she could take care of herself, but I made her shut up by shoving in a whole piece of bonbon in her mouth. “You took care of me when I was sick, and now I want to return the favor.” Was what I said, and she shut up after that. She slept early. I’m not really the type that sleeps when it’s time to sleep, so I lied awake on the watcher’s bed; I was still fazed from all the jet lag and the shock of HyunMi’s accident and on the top of that, my worry about her. I just listened to music to calm myself down a bit. I was already drifting to sleep when I heard sobbing. I got up to check, and indeed, it was the patient who was crying. Her cries came in small mewls. Worse, her nose was clogged and she was having difficulty breathing. She kept calling out “umma”. I looked at her closely. She was holding out her left arm as she cried. “Ya…H-HyunMi…” I stooped down to her face. Suddenly an arm went around my neck and I almost landed on top of her. “Ooof!”“Umma! Mi-mianhae…” her hug was so tight I could feel my eyes bulging out of their sockets. “C-come back! Please… don’t leave me!”“Wake up! Wake up! HyunMi wake up!” I shook her shoulders.She woke with a start. She swiftly removed her arm off my neck.“You were having a nightmare,” I stood up straight, fixing my jacket. “What was it?”She stared at me blankly with her wide eyes, like she didn’t grasp what I said.“Ya,” I snapped a finger at her face.She blinked three times. “I…I can’t remember,”“You were calling out ‘umma’. You’re even crying.”She contemplated on this for a while, trying to remember. “She… she was…dying…” she whispered the last word.I sat on the vacant space of the bed. “HyunMi…don’t…don’t be worried. Relax. Your umma and baby brother will be okay,” I fished out a handkerchief from my pocket and instigated wiping her wet cheeks.“I have a hand,” she frowned, grabbing my wrist.“You do? Me too.” I continued wiping.She lowered her head. “Kibum-ah…”“Mwoh?”“I’m…scared…” she whimpered. I didn’t need to put myself in her shoes—by the sound of her voice, there was only worry and fear she had for the two lives of the people she left at home.Subconsciously, my arms went around her body and embraced her tightly but gently. “Don’t be, okay? Look, HyunMi. I’m here.” Whoa. I didn’t know I could be so cheesy I even presented myself as her knight in shining armor. Okay, maybe not ‘knight in shining armor’. Maybe ‘Almighty Key in his glory’ will do. “We’ll call them tomorrow and check if they’re fine, which I’m sure they are.” I said in my most persuasive voice as I slowly drew her head off me to face her. “Now go back to sleep, you’ll get those arms and limbs at work tomorrow,”.She bobbed her head slowly, and I  assisted her in lying down. I went back to my bed.“Kibum-ah…”“Go back to sleep already,”“I don’t think I can; have you ever sung for me?”“I don’t think so. Why?”“Can you do it for me, now?”“Pff,” I got a chair and put it beside her bed. I rested my cheek on one hand. “What do you want me to sing?”“Anything that can put me to sleep,” she closed her eyes. I sang to her something mellow, ‘Romantic’, as a matter of fact. I sang it slowly, carefully, so as not to awake the one I’m putting to sleep. Before my song even ended, I noticed that she was asleep.She did so peacefully, that as I stared at her, I found myself sleepy, too, myself. HyunMi’s POVWhen I got home it was like a hero’s welcome. Every now and then they’d check if I was alright, and they all attended to my needs. Even the people from East wing did so, too. Chill, guys. It’s not like I’m ephemeral or something.Now the funny thing was, when I was going up the stairs with my crutches, Kibum scolded me.  He sponsored me a piggyback ride on his own back as we climbed up (he kept on complaining that I was heavy). But he said that he’d “rather have his back broken than see me falling down the stairs”. He was being sweet yet was saying it in a sour way.I was busy recovering for a week. During so I practiced painting with my left hand, every now and then failing. I was on the verge of crying and surrendering, but I knew Kibum would hate to see me giving up on myself when he wasn’t even doing so. Though he visited me lesser than often on the week that followed, he never forgets to check on me. It’d be either sending mercenaries (e.g his own manager) or through phone. It’s nice of him, needless to say sweet, but it’s just the nagging that’s…ugh.One day when he visited, he was startled to see me on the lobby couch.“Ya, what are you doing here?”“Watching TV. What do you think?”“Yeah, but, how’d you get here?”“Have I ever told you that I’m a ninja?”He grimaced. “Seriously. How did you get here?”“So Eul-unnie and Kikwang-oppa helped me.” I patted the space beside me, telling him to sit.“How’s  the arm going?” he poked my right arm lightly.“I think it’s better now. We’re going to the hospital tomorrow, to get these thingies off. You comin’?”“I can’t. We’re going to Busan for promotions,”“Ohh. Good luck, then.” We sat in silence as we watched TV; an encore run of Music Core. BEAST was performing. Kikwang-oppa changed 180 degrees onstage. Are all artists like that? They can transform from dorky to sexy?I giggled when it was Dongwoon’s part. Kibum snickered. I have this, like, massive crush on Dongwoon, but it only comes when I see him. It’s not really that serious. I just…well, Dongwoon is, needless to say, handsome, and he’s funny. He’s also the opposite of Kibum. He’s way gentler than him.It was their rapper’s turn. I found him really attractive.“Who’s that?” I asked Kibum.“Who?”“That one,” I pointed.Kibum stared at me with a puzzled expression. “That’s Junhyung-hyung,”I giggled.“Why? You terrible flirt you already have Dongwoon!”I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like the feeling’s mutual between us, duh,”“So you really like him?” suddenly his voice sounded weird, like it was troubled.“Who?”“Dongwoon.”“I just have a crush on him, that’s all,” I glanced at him, and he was gawking at me already. We looked at each other for a long while, no words passed between the two of us. Is it just me or is this getting weirder by the second… “Fine,” he was the first one to snap, and he turned off the TV. He stood up and put his hand on my back, and the other at the back of my knees.“Hey the show’s not  ended yet—why…HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I exclaimed when he started to lift me.“Carrying you, what do you think?” he smirked.What is wrong with you? I looked up at him in extreme bewilderment. And so we went up to my room, with him carrying me, bridal-style.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------guys, guys... GUYS.words cannot express the uncomfortable feeling I have for the next chapter... O___e