Hello, everyone.
This is my second fiction, also about Elsword. I suddenly had this idea in the middle of the night, and I just had to get it out. My other Elsword fiction, In Dream, was in hiatus for a reason. See the end of the page.
This one's about Elsword and Chung. I may be a BLer but this is pure friendship. I haven't decided yet if it will have a sad, angsty ending or a happy one, but there will be some angsty parts, so if you do not like saddish stories there is always the back button to escort you out.
I hope you will all enjoy this fiction, as I took the time to thoroughly check for loopholes in the story and such. But there may still be some mistakes, so if you see one, please point it out and I will do my best to fix it!
Red. All I see is red as I tiredly blink my eyes to rid them of black dots in the center of my vision. After a few blinks, I finally can see properly, and I register the pain, the incredible agony in my body and I scream. Flecks of blue, yellow, and red lights can be seenㅡpolice cars and ambulances. Where am I?
...That's it. I was in a bus, a school bus, going on a field trip, chatting loudly with my friends sitting behind me like any normal 13-year-old. And then, there was the sound of metal on metal and the screeching of rubber on asphalt, and then I'd blacked out. A car crash. It was a perfect day, such a perfect day. We were all supposed to go to the White House as special guests picked from a draw. Everyone had been so excited and the class was a buzz of talks of how the day will be oh-so-perfect. So why had the day not been perfect?
The pain in my arms, legs, torso, everywhere, are reaching the point where I cannot bear it anymore. The black dots threaten to return, and I fight to keep my eyes open. The tilted bus shakes slightly, and I can feel the floor vibrating as medics in bleached white clothing board the vehicle. I vaguely hear the cries of," Get everyone out quickly!"s and "no one seems to be seriously injured!"s.
Medics rush by me, supporting slumped kids, kids who are my friends, out of the bus. For a moment I think that they have forgotten about me, and then someone notices."We have an emergency here! Someone get a stretcher!"
The feeling of cool fingers on my slick skin has me wince, and I scream again in agony as hands lift me from the sticky, sweathy leather covers of the bus seat, then I succumb to the darkness and let myself fall into the void known as unconsciousness.
The consistant beeping of IVs and monitors rouse me from my sleep, and my eyes open. At first I see a blurry mess of red and white blobs, and my vision clears to reveal that it is my mother and my sister who are the red blobs, and the white a doctor holding a clipboard and looking rather tired.
That's when the pain hits, and I groan unintentionally as I feel the breaks in my ribs, leg, and various other parts of my body. The pain isn't as severe as it was back then in that bus, but it's still enough to form a grimace on my face.
"Elsword, Elsword, are you okay? Can you see us? Can you recognize us? Oh, my poor baby.." It's my mother. Count on her to be the one wringing her hands and bending over me so close that I can smell her light perfume.
"Mom, give him some room. He'll be fine." My sister says that but really, she looks as much relieved as my mom. It's totally written on her face, but I agree. I roll my eyes weakly, and say in a croaky voice," Mom, really. I'm alive, aren't I?"
Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she attempts to hug me before remembering my wounds. She settles for clutching my hand, the one that is not wrapped in bandages, and looks up at the doctor. She asks, "Doctor Haan, Elsword will be fine, right? I need to hear it from an experienced person. Please tell me.."
The doctor, who I'd just looked at properly, smiles at me. " Yes, Elsword will be fine. He has four broken ribs, two breaks in a leg, some shards in his stomach, and broken bones in arms and hands, but those have all been taken care of. It was a misfortune that he happened to be sitting in the front seat. It took a lot of the impact from the crash." she looks down at her clipboard and continues." He will need to stay at the hospital for a few monthes until his injuries heal, and then some to make sure no physical traumas remain. Otherwise, he will be fine as long as he doesn't move around too much and inflame the wounds."
My mother immediately bursts into tears and puts her head on my bandaged stomach. I gently pat her head to tell her it's alright, and my sister smiles at Dr. Haan and thanks her. She smiles back and says," It's no problem. I'll give you some peace and quiet now, please press the buzzer next to the bed if you need me." The black-haired woman left, and now it is just me, my sister Elesis, and my mother, still sobbing into my bandages. I laugh and wince slightly. I say,"Mom, you're getting my bandages wet. Besides, I'm fine. No need to worry."
Mom lifts her head from me and smiles through teary eyes."I know baby, it's just that I was so scared something would happen when you were in surgery that I.." she trails off, and buries her face in her hands. I look up at Elesis and ask,"what day is it?"
"March 19." She answers." You were out for three days. No one else was severely damaged; the most fatal was just a broken leg. Everyone in your class is very worried. They want to visit you as soon as they can!"
The thought of my friends considerably brightens my mood. "Really? When can I see them?"
"As soon as you are healed enough to be moved to the regular wing. By the looks of it, it'll be a few days, but you were lucky. You had your seat belt on, and none of the breaks were complicated."
"Well, now I know the importance of seat belts." I look at my mom and yawn. "Mom, can I go to sleep? I'm rather tired right now."
"Sure, honey. You need to get a good night's sleep for your injuries to heal. Your sister and I will be at home, but if you need anything we'll come right back. Just call us, okay?" she plants a kiss on my cheek and walks out. My sister ruffles my hair and whispers in my ear,"Good night," before following her. My eyes get that prickly feeling you get when your eyes sense that you haven't gotten enough rest, and I let my head slide down the soft line pillows of the hospital beds. My eyes close, and in a moment I am quickly asleep, my body anxious for the sleep.
It's been four days since the accident, and the doctor tells me I am ready to be moved from the intensive care unit to the regular wards. My mother brings my things from home, and I am carefully lifted onto a wheelchair. A nurse wheels me to the elevator down to the third floor, and for the first time since I've arrived at the hospital, I take a good look at my surroundings.
The hospital is decently large, and everything seems to be either white, aqua blue, or cream-colored. Everything is so neat, which doesn't suit me that much since I'm a sloppy, lazy sort of person. The hallways are pretty spacey, and I wonder for a moment how many people are in this hospital. People rush past me, some supporting sickly-looking people, some pushing wheelchairs, or entering rooms.
I tear my gaze from a patient who appears to be picking their nose in public when the nurse speaks. "Here we are. Room 324. I hope you will think of this place as your home for the next few monthes!" She smiles.
As I reach out a hand to open the door, the nurse adds,"Oh, and I almost forgot! You'll be sharing the room with another patient. He's about your age, and he's been here for a few monthes already. He doesn't have many visitors, so you won't be disturbed very much."
"Okay. I have no problem sharing." I reach out a hand again, and the nurse's hand closes around mine. She whispers,"Would you try to be good friends with him? He doesn't have a lot of friends."
I look up at her and nod. Seemingly satisfied, the nurse lets go of my hand and I open the door.
The room is spacious, with sunlight streaming in through a window and brightening the room. The walls are a light blue, and two beds lie side by side with a small table in between. One bed is occupied, I notice. In it is a blond-haired boy dressed in a plain hospital gown, staring out the window. He first seems to not notice the creaking of the door and the squeaks of the wheelchair I am in, but when the nurse speaks, he tenses.
"Chung, you have a friend you will share the room with for the next few monthes. Please be good friends with each other!"
The boyㅡChungㅡturns, his eyes widening by a fraction, and our eyes meet, crimson to blue.
Aaaand that's it! I feel like such a sadist because I made Elsword get hurt so much and Chung be in a hospital. But aren't we all sadists when it comes to angst? *shot*
Please review/favorite, and tell me what you thought! I appreciate any constructive critisism and pointing out of mistakes, but please don't flame. My other fic was placed in hiatus because of a flamey PM I recieved monthes ago, and afterwards I lost my enthusiasm. But Eternity and In Dream will be updated as soon as I find the inspiration!
-Polaris