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Sweat ran down the boy's face
and neck but he couldn't bring himself to lift his hands up to
wipe it away.

He was gripping tightly onto
the bed sheets, his knuckles
already white from the strength
he used but he didn't care.

Everything in this room was white,
the tiles on the wall, the floor,
the light that shone from the ceiling.

The room didn't have a door
nor windows, there wasn't even
any kind of furniture.

It was just the empty white
room with the bed.

And what felt like twenty
faceless doctors.

He wanted to scream at the
enormous pain he felt but he couldn't,
something was blocking his voice
to the point that he couldn't
say anything at all.

The doctors grabbed his legs,
four hands pulling each leg apart
with force while another two
doctors were holding him down
by sitting on his torso, their hands
pressing on his bump with force
to push the baby down.

More than eight people were
holding him by now and he
desperately looked around in
hope to see Minho anywhere.

But he wasn't there.

Jisung was all alone.

He wanted to scream,
he wanted to cry so bad at the
pain and as he watched one of
the doctors grabbing a scalpel
and began to cut down-

Minho gasped loudly at the
piercing scream that came from
the room beside him, already
sitting in his bed from pure shock
of getting woken up like this.

Something was definitely wrong.

The ravenette stumbled half
awake out of his bed and over
to Jisung's room, his face so pale
as the screams just got louder.

He ripped the door open,
his eyes widening at the terrifying
sight he was greeted with.

Jisung was laying on the floor with
his fists pulling harshly on his hair,
his face so red and the veins visible
on his neck as he screamed as
if he was dying.

Little Aera was also crying loudly
at the extremely loud noise but the
boy was Minho's priority for now.

"Jisung"

he called out as he sat down
beside the younger, immediately
grabbing his wrists to stop him
from ripping his hair out.

His whole body was shaking
and sweaty, it scared the ravenette
and he didn't know how to get
his attention.

It was as if Jisung was in his
own world, completely caught
up in this sort of panic attack
or whatever this was.

"Jisung!
I'm here, you're okay.
Shhh."

"Make it stop!"

And Minho could only pull him close,
guiding his head to his shoulder and
rubbing his back softly when he
felt the boy clutch onto his shirt.

"It's alright, nobody's hurting you.
You're safe with me"

he spoke with a soothing voice
that finally started to calm
Jisung down a bit.

He wasn't screaming anymore,
only crying softly as Minho held
him close and kissed his forehead.

"You're okay,
I won't let anyone hurt you."

The younger's shirt was
literally soaked with sweat,
the attack had cost his body a
lot of energy so it was just normal
that Jisung was now slumped in
the ravenette's arms, too
exhausted to even sit straight.

"You're doing so good, sweetie.
Let's get you back in your bed,
you're so tired now, hm?"

But that seemed to trigger
something in the boy because
he immediately shook his head
aggressively, his grip on Minho's
shirt tightening.

"No sleeping?"

Instead of receiving a verbal answer,
the older just felt Jisung pressing
himself even closer to his body.

"Do you want to sleep
in my bed tonight?"

And Minho couldn't help but
smile softly, feeling the small
nod against his shoulder.

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