It's You Chapter 12

I fade in.
A boy's face is right above mine. I remember him, yet he seems unfamiliar. I remember yelling at him, telling him to go somewhere. He looks terrified. I try telling him that I'm alright, but my mouth doesn't want to move. I hear someone screaming and shrieking. I see a girl being pulled away by two adults. She's struggling. I want to run from her, but I can't remember why.
I fade out.

I fade in.
The lights are blindingly bright. My side hurts. I can't breath. I can't breath. I can breath. I'm breathing. There's something over my nose and mouth. I'm moving on my back. The lights are becoming one long bright blur. I hear people yelling. A different face appears over at my side. I want to hug this man, I want to feel his arms around me, but I can't remember who he is. He's gone.
I fade out.

I fade in.
People are asking me questions, but they all sound muffled. The lights are so bright that I can barely open my eyes, just squint. There are men and women in shapeless green clothes. What are they called? Surgical robes? They're also wearing showering caps and masks. I feel like laughing, but I know it'll hurt. It hurts everywhere. They're putting something over my nose and mouth again. Faces swim before my eyes. All unfamiliar, yet I feel like I've known them, maybe from years ago. Mists are covering their faces. No! Don't go! I try to reach out to them but the white mists have clouded my whole vision. The pain is gone...
I fade out.

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The darkness is lighter now. The mists have disappeared. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Where am I? I wriggle around a bit, and feel a ripping pain in my chest and side. My stomach hurts too. I can't move.
Then it all comes flooding back.
I open my eyes with a start. A flurry of movement from both sides of my vision. I turn my head to the left and immediately wished that I hadn't. My vision blurred and I felt like being sick. I groaned and righted my head.
"It's the anesthesia. You'll feel a bit sick for a while, but you'll be alright after a while." A man in a white coat was standing at the edge of my bed, holding a clipboard. He looked at me over his glasses. "You're a very lucky girl, Lee yong," he said.
"I've heard," I managed to wheeze out.
A smile crinkled his eyes. "You suffered several broken ribs, which gave you a slight pneumothorax, and you're very bruised. You were also kicked quite hard in the stomach, which caused slight internal bleeding."
I sniffed. Tears were running down my face. Pneumothorax. KyuHyun. This was my punishment. I felt almost cleansed.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there, JaeHwa," said a voice I remembered to be HyunJae's, thought she sounded hoarse. I shook my head and closed my eyes.
"Perhaps you should leave now, give her some rest," said the doctor. They all filed out, and I was left alone in the ward, surrounded by nothing but blue curtains.
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"JaeHwa," said a voice. I was wide awake, but I told myself that it was figment of my imagination. Maybe some of MinYoung's insanity had transfered over to me. I half giggled to myself. "JaeHwa, what're you laughing at?"
This was no figment of my imagination. "Who's that?" I asked into the darkness, trying not to make my voice tremble.
"It's me, JaeHwa. It's KyuHyun." It took me a long time to digest this.
"Haha, that's funny, I thought for a moment you said you were KyuHyun," I replied. The curtain parting my cubicle from the outside slid open. I couldn't help but stare at the figure standing in the gap.
"That's because it's me," said KyuHyun, limping over to my bedside, leaning on a walking stick. In the moonlight streaming from my window, I could see that it really was him. His face was covered in bandages, but it was KyuHyun. He sat down by my bed in the empty chair.
"Oh my God. KyuHyun... I... you... oh my God..." was all I could say. I tried to sit up but a searing pain ripped through my chest.
"Don't do that!" he said, pushing me back down by grabbing my shoulder. "I tried, and let me tell you that it makes you feel like you're chest is on fire. You'll feel like an idiot lying down and talking, but it's way better than sitting up."
"Thanks for warning me," I panted through clenched teeth. "I won't be doing that anytime soon."
"Good."
"KyuHyun...."
"Hmm?"
"I'm so happy you're alive... I.. I'm really..."
He laid a finger on my lips. "No JaeHwa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... say those things to you."
"Neither did I. If I had known that this would happen..."
"But you didn't. Even if you did, what's wrong with stating the obvious? It's just that I like you too much. But if DongHae hyung's happy, then I have to be too."
"KyuHyun..." I said, my eyes welling with tears. "You know that doesn't happen."
"It does. In time. Just because it didn't work for you doesn't mean that it won't work for anyone else."
I smiled. He smiled in response and wiped away my teardrops with his hand. Then he brought out a small box from his pocket. "This is from DongHae hyung. He knew we were in the same ward, so he gave it to me to give to you." He handed it to me.
"I'll make sure he doesn't do it again," I said. "I don't like to think he's using you."
"No, it's alright. Anyway, it means I can come and see you at night like this."
"Thank you, KyuHyun."
"Don't mention it. I'll go back now, you get your rest. You'll need it."
I planted a light kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?" he demanded, but I could see he was blushing.
"For everything." I smiled.
"I guess I owe you one then. Goodnight JaeHwa."
"Goodnight KyuHyun."
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Inside the box was a delicate silver bracelet. There was also a note.
"Dear JaeHwa.
I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you and what a burden I must be.
I don't know how else to tell you I'm sorry.
So maybe this little trinket would say what I can't. (:
Good night...!
DongHae. See you later!