❥(horror au!!)
" why aren't you scared of me? why don't you run from me? "
( after an accident, jisung has trouble sleeping. that is until one night, where he meets someone in his dream place. a boy around his age, chocolate brown hair, bright empat...
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WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
It had been 9 days since he woke up from his 7 month coma. He couldn't remember a single thing, nothing but the fact that it hurt to even take a deep breath in.
The doctors had encouraged him to move around if he wanted to, ask for assistance if needed and to never lose hope. After sleeping for more than 200 days, Jisungs body seemed to lose all control on muscles, it was painful to move anything- almost as if his body was punishing him for being away for so long.
And thus, his body refused to let him sleep.
As soon as he woke up, sobbed and shouted and screamed for what felt like hours, after he let the nurses poke and prod at his blood, let the doctors look into his mouth and eyes, allowing them to make sure he was awake- they told him to get some rest.
Rest.
As if that's not what he had done for 7 months.
It only made sense, his doctor said, that Jisung had trouble sleeping. After such a traumatic event and such a long period of unconsciousness, insomnia was expected. But even with that, Jisung felt exhausted. It came to the point, where on the 3rd consecutive day of no sleep, he couldn't even lift a finger to press the assistance button.
He wasn't eating whole solids yet, but even if was, there was no way he would be able to chew. His jaw was stiff and sometimes Jisung swore his throat fully closed up, making it impossible to swallow.
On the 6th day, his mother had asked the doctors for sleeping pills. Her son couldn't even speak to his own family due to the fatigue. It was unbearable for both parties to be in the same room as one another.
The pills request was denied, claiming that Jisungs body needed to recover and come back to a routine on it's own. However the boy doubted that the pills would have even been effective, given that his body seemed to refuse any help it was given.
It was that on the 8th day, that Jisung was tempted to pull out the feeding tube that went down his dry throat. Rip off the tubes connected to his veins, throw himself onto the cold hospital floor and pray that he would die before the nurses got to him.
Almost as if in a mockery, his body refused to comply with his motives. He got as far as to raising a hand before unbearable pain shot through his shoulder and to his chest. It had come to the point where his body even refused to die, and Jisung was too tired to even wipe away the silent tears that streamed down his face.
But then, day 9.
The nurse had come in to tuck him in at around 8 in the evening, closing his curtains and turning off the lights. He had jokingly asked her in a whisper if she could turn off his heart monitor to help him sleep, but she simply looked at him horrified and then sympathetic, before scurrying out the room after wishing him a peaceful sleep.