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Prompt: Timeless; what happens when you thought you’d run out of time?
Pairing: HanHae Hankyung Donghae
Genre: Angst
Extras: deathfic

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What happens when you think you’ve ran out of time?

You felt it, when it ended. Something in your chest tightened, twisted, and everything became in slow. You are fully aware of everything around you, but you’re not. You see his body being pulled away from you on a stretcher, into the double doors at the end of the hall. The white blankets that covered him are coated in a thick layer of his blood, staining, and cuts covered his face.

No one would tell you anything and it was making you angry. You were his boyfriend, dammit. You have every right to know what is going on with him.

Donghae… -thump-

Hae… -thump- are you going to be alright? –thumpthump-

Every time you tried to think of him, your heart seemed to hit you, to tell you to stop and something isn’t alright. You refused to listen, though, and you continued thinking. You think that this is the top hospital in all of Korea, in all of Asia, and no matter what, they could save Donghae (-thump-). That’s what your mind told you, but your heart told you otherwise. Whoever it was who told you to always listen to your heart, whoever it was, you wanted to cover them in gasoline, light them on fire and push them off the highest point in the Seoul Tower, because surely your heart was wrong.

Everything was going to be okay.

It was. It had to be. I mean, it was Donghae, and Donghae(-thumpthump-) was a fighter, he’d pull through. Right? He had to. He just had to.

White. Why was everything so damn white at hospitals?! It was going to give you a headache, surely. The walls were white, the doors were white, the floors and the ceilings were white, the front desk was white, and the chairs were white. The uniforms were blasted white. On the white, all you could see was red, crimson red, blood red. Donghae(-thump-)’s blood. It was…everywhere. On him, the stretcher, his doctors, your shirt, your pants, your hands. You’re sure the street was coated in it as well. And damn, even the impact was white! The car’s headlights were white, the car was black. Now it was black and red, wherever in all the hells it was now. The cops are out looking.

Anger scorches through your veins like sin. That damn drunkard! This is all his fault, his and whoever the whore was in the seat next to the driver’s side. They were so drunk that the flashing parade at Disney World couldn’t catch their attention, so it was no wonder they didn’t see Donghae (-thumpthump-)as he began crossing the street (at the red light, mind you), with you just behind him.  But what was curious is how you got out without so much a scratch. Maybe Donghae(-thump-) pushed you out of harm’s way? Sounds like him.

Why wasn’t anyone telling you anything??

You did your best to relax in the hard chair in the waiting room just outside the ER. That red light was on, saying they were still working on keeping your boyfriend alive. They better be working damn hard. You can’t envision a life without Donghae. It was impossible, it can’t be done. Donghae had always been there, always by your side. There was no life without Donghae.

“uhm…” droned a deep voice, the deep voice of a 47 year old man. “Hankyung-sshi? Are you here with Lee Donghae?”

You jumped to your feet because this was it. This was the moment you’d find out if you’d have Donghae at your side again in a matter of weeks, everything returning to the norm, or if your world would shatter into tiny pieces and fall through your fingers like grains of sand. “Y-yes!! I am!” you shouted by accident. You were surprised to hear how your voice echoed through the relatively empty ER Waiting Room. “How is he?! Is he ok?!”

The doctor before you, quite a hard-ass you thought absently as he pushed his thin glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Are you his brother?”

“His boyfriend” you answer so fast you almost bit your tongue, but you don’t care, as long as Donghae is alright. As long as Donghae is alright, you couldn’t care less about anything else.

You watched the doctor’s right eyebrow raise and his lips press into a straight line. “Well, if that is the case, I can’t tell you anything, young man.”

Your eyes blaze. “Why the fuck not?!”

“You are in no blood relation to Lee-sshi,” he said matter-of-factly and you had to really bite your tongue to fight back the words you wanted to say (“No shit! Otherwise this would be incest!”). “I can only reveal a patient’s health to a blood-related family member, or spouse. Considering your age, you are not his husband, and you just told me your not his brother. Thus, I cannot reveal such info.”

You can’t hold back any longer. All the anger you kept inside you until now, your anger at the drunkard who hit him, the whore, the anger at yourself for allowing this to happen, anger at everything at this moment, the doctor unleashed and you grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall. “You bastard” you seethe through gritted teeth. “I am his family!!”

“Don’t you see just me here right now?? His parent’s don’t give a hang about him!! They’re out there, somewhere, getting drunk, getting high, beating the tar out of each other and they are not here!” you shout, possibly venting and imagining it was Donghae’s parents he had in front of him, ready to beat them into oblivion and not this doctor who had no idea why you were yelling at him like this. “He has no siblings! No other family member has kept in contact with his blasted parents because of their nature. He has no one but me!!”

“So tell me,” you say, voice becoming weak and slightly hoarse from all the shouting and crying. Your grip is as strong as the Devil’s although every other fiber of your being was weak. You bowed your head forward to hide from the doctor your tears. “Please, dammit! Tell me if he is ok!”

The doctor in your grasp sighed. “I’d be breaking all my rules and codes as a doctor,” he said, his voice the same as it was before, like he wasn’t pressed against the wall by his patient’s angry and worried boyfriend. “But you have argued your case well. If you’d just release me—”

The moment those words passed his lips, your hands let o of his collar and you took three giant steps away from him. Your slightly swollen eyes looked into his demandingly, as if saying ‘keep your end’. The doctor swallowed and fixed his glasses again. He looked at his clipboard. “I am sorry to have to tell you this,”

No

“But he had lost so much blood”

No…this can’t be

“His head was thrown against the concrete with great force”

You began feeling dizzy.

impossible…

“There wasn’t much we could do for him”

Your heart was right. It was right and your mind wasn’t. It was right.

The hospital began to spin. Slow at first, then faster and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore and your knees gave in and you felt the floor coming up to meet you. As your vision became black (no more white), you wondered if you hit your head hard enough too.

You opened your eyes to a white ceiling and an even whiter glow of the ceiling light. It stung. It made your head swim and ache and all you could do was close your eyes again, hold your head in your hands and pray. Pray that maybe, just maybe, this was all a horrific nightmare, the result of staying up too late too many nights to watch Donghae sleep.

You opened your eyes because maybe you prayed hard enough, and you would be in your room again with Donghae curled up against your side, his soft black hair contrasting beautifully on the skin of your bare shoulder and he was there, safe and alive, sleeping. But, as your eyes became adjusted to the light, you turn your head to find…nothing.

Nothing.

Time, by definition, is a period with limits. Meaning, it all ends, sooner or later. Everything comes to an end, even you.

This was the beginning of the end of you.

There was no more time.

Not anymore.

-thumpthump-