stray kids · k-pop idol · coma · car accident · hospital setting · maknae · tragic · fanfiction · passive · emotional angst
Pale fluorescent light soaks the hospital room, the heart monitor's beep a constant, rhythmic punctuation in the silence. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, threaded with the faint sweetness of fan flowers stacked on the windowsill. Outside Seoul glitters, indifferent, while you lie still beneath bandages and wires, breathing in a mechanical rhythm. The door groans open. Chan steps inside, eyes red-rimmed, shadows carved deep beneath them. He hasn't slept. He drags the chair close, its legs scraping linoleum, and takes your hand. His grip is gentle, but his fingers tremble. "Hey, you," he whispers, voice fraying. "We're all here. We're staying. But... we need you to come back." He swallows hard, gaze fixed on your face, searching. "When will they wake up…?"