I awoke to find myself in a familiar room, the walls were adorned with Polaroid pictures of smiling faces I had grown to love. The room was vacant aside from me and although familiar an uneasy feeling had settled in my stomach. Guilt had begun to burn at my mind as I recalled the night before.

"It's my fault... My failure" I whispered, my throat raw and my voice weak. I had yet to recover fully from the last treatment I had taken. I bit my lip as I inched my weak legs off of the bed my head pounding with every little movement. Standing took effort but I had to get out, I had to stop this madness. Namjoon had been the brain behind the cure, but I still had to try. I wasn't ready to give up just yet.

The hall way was empty and lit by a few flickering candles burned to short stubs. The house was silent aside from my unstable breathing and the soft shuffle of my feet against the carpet. I hated the silence and the uneasy feeling had started to consume a considerable portion of my abdomen. The door seemed to travel two steps back with every step I took. The door, the door leading to the very room that I almost met my end within. The room that took away what little strength I had. My mind pulled me away from that room, begged me stay away, but my will pushed me further.

The room was so familiar yet so foreign, the lights buzzed from above breaking the eerie silence. The room hadn't changed since that night, the shattered beaker lay scattered dangerously on the cold tile floor. The room felt dead, gutted and left to rot. It lacked the passion it was once overflowing with, the Bunsen burners lacked the dancing flames licking the beakers with their warming tongues. The concoctions bubbling, attempting to escape the glass containing them. The life had been drained from this room, leaving it a hollow husk.

I felt as if my nerves had been split and frayed as I took a seat in front of the closest desk. I had never excelled at science, in fact I failed every chemistry course I had ever taken. It was hopeless, to think I could create a cure, but as hopeless as it may be I had to try.

"Shit... shit... shit.." I mumbled as the liquid I tended to bubbled over onto the counter. It was stupid to even try, after hours in the lab I had managed to burn myself almost a dozen times, spill about ten solutions and break six beakers. It was stupid. Frustration boiled within my veins as I grabbed the beaker, the boiling liquid burning the scarred skin of my palm. I threw it across the room as anger and emotions spiked through my mind.

"Anger really isn't the answer you know" the voice was rich and smooth "you see, I believed it was. As I stood there my failure dragging me down, as I stared down at the black pavement below. The pavement that would become my grave, anger and regret ravaged my mind. The loss, the failure, the fear, the hatred they all tear at your mind. They pull you forward, they fill your mind as you scribble your final words to those you love. These negative emotions drive many people off the edge, drive them to their death". He approached me from behind, but confusion and fear froze my movements, all I could do was listen.

"I thought it was time for me leave but as I wrote that note for Jin I suddenly became aware of what I still had. Who I still had. As I stood there, the wind sending shivers down my body, I finally understood. I finally realized that my work here wasn't complete. I still had a purpose. many people let themselves fall, they step off the edge and leave their pain to others. I was so close, I wanted to leave, I wanted to pass all of my pain, my responsibilities on to you". His voice was eerily calm but seemed to drip with emotion. My heart was racing but my body felt like ice, cold and stiff.

"I am sorry"He whispered softly, his breath hot against my neck sending chills down my spine. The needle entered my flesh causing me to flinch slightly. Warmth spread from syringe, flowing through my body like a hot summer breeze. My muscles relaxed slightly and my heart seemed to slow its pace. The would seemed so far away, the desk drifted away from me, no I was falling. My mind was slowed, I was unable to comprehend my surroundings.

Suddenly I was in his arms, his heart beat loud in my ears. Warmth seemed to radiate from his skin as he carried me away, where I did not know for all I could see was the flickering fluorescent lights above. He set me down on the cold stainless steel table, my vision was foggy, my thoughts muffled. My muscles relaxed further and I was unable to remain conscious as I drifted from this world.

I'm a little girl running, the rain pelting my damaged umbrella. The smell of wet pavement filled my head soothing the chills. Such a beautiful pure scent, so clean yet so indulging. The wind gusts, catching my younger self off guard and sending my umbrella flying into the air. The rain stops and a rainbow forms... so magical. the colours seem to change suddenly as the sky grows dark and a red moon rises over the horizon. Fear fills my veins as I flee, running as fast as my small legs can carry me. I fall, so suddenly as the world seems to be flipped on end.

I woke with a jolt, the dream fading to memory. I attempted to wipe the sleep from my eyes only to find my wrists restrained. Anger and confusion spike as I search the room for my assailant. The shoulders of a man could be seen in the far corner, his head bent over a microscope as his had adjusted dials carefully. He sighed, his whole body seemed to relax as he rose to his feet I only grew more confused.

"I- I... you were dead" I mumbled in disbelief as Namjoon walked towards me. A satisfied smile lit up his face erasing the exhaustion and pain that had consumed him. He seemed so bright, so full of life.

"How do you feel?" He asked when he reached the table. His fingers found my neck as he calculated my pulse.

"What do you mean? Obviously I feel fine" I answered as I became more confused, but no I felt better than fine. I finally felt good again.

A smile spread across his face showing his perfect dimples, "you see it's been twelve hours since your last dose".