Doyoung was fed up. He was bored and annoyed because he wanted to go for a walk around the hospital but for some reason the nurses wouldn't let him leave his room. If they didn't come back to see him in the next five minutes he decided he would just go anyway.

He folded and flattened out the sheets on his bed as he sat and watched the clock on the wall slowly tick by. Eventually the clock had moved five minutes and Doyoung slipped out bed.

He felt much better now and it no longer hurt him to walk, he just hated staying holed up in the hospital bed.

As he reached out grab the door handle, it slid open and one of his nurses appeared before him.

“Doyoung, you’re out of bed?” She asked him.

He tried to step past her but she blocked his way.

“Yes, I want to go for a walk please.” He replied, his jaw clenched as he forced a smile. He was beginning to get irritated. No one had stopped him walking around the hospital before, the nurses actually encouraged it.

“Actually, why don't we go back inside and sit down.” The nurse suggested.

She looked a little sad and Doyoung frowned at her.

“Why?” He asked.

The nurse's eyes dropped to the floor as she replied. “There's something I need to tell you, Doyoung. Please, shall we sit down?”

She stepped inside and pulled the door closed then gently laid a hand on Doyoung's shoulder and led him back to his bed. He sat on the side of it with his hands resting in his lap and waited while she pulled a chair close to sit in front of him. He watched her expression trying to gauge what was going on. She looked upset and was obviously trying to keep herself composed. She gave him a gentle smile when she noticed him watching.

“What's wrong, is it something to do with my release?” Doyoung asked.

He sensed something was up and hoped it wasn't bad news about his recovery; all the nurses knew how much he was looking forward to being discharged and going home.

She shook her head. “No, you're still scheduled to be discharged tomorrow afternoon, it's…” She trailed off and her shoulders slumped as she sighed.

She caught Doyoung by surprise when she grabbed hold of his hands and covered them with her own and stared up at him in sorrow.

“I, well, I don't know how else to tell you this Doyoung, but Jungwoo… he's here in the hospital.”

Pure dread enveloped Doyoung and his lips parted in shock as he listened to her.

“He's been severely beaten, he arrived by ambulance last night at around 9.30pm with his mother. She said she came home from getting them dinner and found him, beaten and unconscious in his room. When we realised it was Jungwoo we-”

“He came in last night?!” Doyoung asked incredulously, cutting her off. “And you didn't tell me?!”

He jumped off the bed and ran to the door, his heart now pounding in his chest.

Jungwoo, his Jungwoo was hurt. Beaten so severely he was sent to hospital. It all sounded so terribly familiar and his thoughts instantly went to Mark. He was to blame. But right now Mark didn't matter, only Jungwoo did.

Doyoung needed to see him and let him know he's with him. He needed to know his beautiful boyfriend was okay.

“Doyoung wait!” The nurse called after him. “You must understand, he was brought in in a critical condition, we couldn't tell you he was here when you wouldn't be able to see him and until his condition was stabilized.”

She grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back stopping him from running down the corridor.

“He's out of surgery but he's still unconscious. You can see him now, but I don't want you to be frightened when you see him.” She said.

Doyoung couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“What do you mean frightened? What happened to him?!”

The nurse winced as he yelled at her and Doyoung bit his lip and placed his hand on hers which was still clinging to his arm.

“Please, tell me everything.” He pleaded, lowering his voice to a gentle tone.

“He's got fractures to his cheekbones, nose and jaw as well as edema, or swelling of his brain. He's had emergency surgery to release the pressure on his skull from the edema and also to repair and realign his jaw, and facial bones. He also had a deep knife wound to his right cheek and deep cuts on his chest which have been stitched up. Doyoung he's stable right now but he's been placed in an induced coma to help him heal quicker. We're doing everything we can to make sure he makes a full recovery.”

Doyoung felt tears fall down his cheeks as he listened to the list of terrible wounds and damage done to Jungwoo.

Why did this happen? How could Mark have done even worse to Jungwoo than what he done to himself?

Jungwoo was in a coma. A coma.

Doyoung couldn't process this. He felt his legs give out on him and he stumbled. The nurse helped keep him upright and tried to lead him over to his bed.

“Why don’t you sit down Doyoung?” She suggested gently.

Doyoung shook his head and pushed her away.

“No! I need to see him. I need to see Jungwoo.” He replied. “Take me to him.” He begged. He sniffed and wiped his tears away with his hands.

“Okay, I'll take you to see him.” She agreed, nodding firmly.

She kept a steady grip on his arm as they walked slowly down the hallways and corridors. Doyoung's heart was still racing while he tried to come to terms with the news.

They finally stopped in front of a closed door that looked much the same as the door to his own hospital room.

“Now, Jungwoo's head and face have been bandaged up to secure his jaw and his other fractures, so don't be too alarmed when you see him. He's also not in any pain at the moment.” The nurse advised him calmly, trying her best to comfort him.

Doyoung nodded to her and she then slid open the door.

He gasped when he saw Jungwoo.

Lying in his hospital bed, Jungwoo was hooked up to several machines that hummed and beeped. He knew it was him but couldn't tell just by looking at him. Jungwoo's face and head was almost completely bandaged up as the nurse had said, there was just the uncovered area of his eyes and a small space between his nose and chin so tubes and breathing apparatus could fit into his mouth and nose.

Once he got over the initial shock of seeing Jungwoo, Doyoung rushed over to his side and ever so gingerly cupped his bandaged face in his hand.

“Jungwoo, honey, how could they do this to you.” Doyoung sobbed, not caring how loud and emotional he was. “Jungwoo it's okay, I'm here now, I'll protect you and watch over you. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.” He said softly to his comatose boyfriend.

Even though he was in a coma Doyoung felt like his words would still be able to reach him. He wiped his fresh tears away with the back of his hand and looked down at him. Jungwoo's eyelids were closed as he slumbered and Doyoung noticed purpley-pink bruises peeking out from the bandaging around his eyes. He didn't want to imagine what his beautiful boyfriend's face looked like under all that white fabric, it was too painful to think about. All those fractures to his face, he must have been in so much unbearable pain and it tore Doyoung apart.

He shifted his teary eyes from Jungwoo's face down to his body. His arms were placed on top of the crisp, white bed sheets, revealing the smooth, supple skin of his shoulders and collarbones. He then noticed part of a white wound dressing covering the left side of his chest. The nurse had said he had been cut there. Doyoung clenched his jaw as anger flickered through him; anger towards Mark.

This was not the time for hatred and anger though; he had to be with Jungwoo and watch over him until he awakened. He reached down and picked up Jungwoo's hand, wrapping his hands around his and bringing it to his chest.

“I love you Jungwoo, I love you so, so much. Please wake up, don't leave me alone. “ He begged.

He dipped his head and kissed each of Jungwoo's soft fingers, his tears falling onto his hands as he did so.

“Why don't you sit down with him.” Came the nurse's voice from behind him.

Doyoung let her gently sit him down in a chair she had brought over to Jungwoo's bed, making sure to never let go of his hand. He hoped Jungwoo could feel him and know that he was right there with him.

Being discharged didn't matter anymore, Jungwoo was here so that's where Doyoung needed to be. Besides, he still had all his counseling sessions here at the hospital. In fact, he just now remembered he had his second session tomorrow afternoon.

His psychologist, a kind and sensitive woman called Jung Wheein, had asked him to come to another session before he would be discharged. Apparently their first session had gone well, and she thought he would benefit from another session so soon.

Doyoung supposed she was right. He had felt a bit better after talking with her this morning. Dr. Jung had a calming nature about her that put Doyoung's nerves at ease while she listened to him. But if Jungwoo wasn't awake by tomorrow afternoon he wouldn't be going to his next session. He was absolutely intent on the fact that he wouldn't be leaving Jungwoo's side, not until he opened his eyes for him.