"...A savior complex..."
Wi Hajoon's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he muttered the words, his voice so quiet they were almost swallowed by the silence of the room. Then, without warning, his head tilted to one side. His body followed. But before he could slump completely out of the chair, Rim Young hurried out of bed and caught him, gently supporting the back of his head with his palm before it could hit anything.
"..."
Standing barefoot on the cold hospital floor, Rim Young let out a quiet exhale. Wi Hajoon's weight rested almost entirely against his hand, his silver hair brushing softly over Rim Young's wrist. Just as he had suspected...
The sedatives had been incredibly strong. Even after all this time, Wi Hajoon still couldn't properly stay conscious.
Or...
Had they injected him again while Rim Young was asleep? The thought immediately darkened his expression.
I really shouldn't have fallen asleep...
