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"MOVE! MAKE WAY!" One of the nurses who was pushing the stretcher with the help of the other hospital assistants voiced out loudly in a panicked voice in order to clear the route to the emergency unit of the hospital. Pushing the stretcher that carried a young man who met with an hazarduous accident, who was covered in blood and bruises and so many injuries that awaited to be examined. To be saved. Saved at all costs.
Reaching the treatment room the doors closed to the theatre leaving an old weeping couple alone in the hallway, scared. No, terrified of their son's condition. Their only son's life. Night.
Hours passed and the old couple was comforting eachother, with a single hope. Hoping for a positive news from the doctor.
Hours felt as years when finally the doors to the theatre opened revealing the surgeon with the nurses following by which made the old pair stand up on their feet immediately with heavy hearts.
"Please Doctor how's our son? Is he okay? Please tell me he's okay!" The old lady said with a her breaking voice gripping on her husband for support.
Hieving out a huge sigh the doctor voiced softly in order to decrease the tension.
"He's out of harm's way for the time being. We did our best and since he was brought to the hospital just in time we could save him...."
The old couple pushed out the tears of relief they've been holding on for so long.
"But the injuries were deep it will take quite some time for him to wake up. Please stay strong"
With a comforting pat on the older man's shoulder the doctor took his leave while the old couple couldn't comprehend the situation of his son. Night's mother fell on the metal chair, her legs finally giving up while her husband engulfed his wife in a comforting hug soothing sweet nothings into her ears in order to calm her down.
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Days passed into weeks and weeks passed into months and Night didn't spare a nudge to wake up. Laying lifeless with countless wires attached to his body. The only sound that was heard from his hospital room was the beeping sound of the machine. The machine which his whole life depended on.
The elder couple stayed with their son everytime they could. Talking sweet to the 24 year old as adviced, in the goal of waking him up from his deep slumber. The deep slumber that looked as if he wouldn't dare to wake up until one day.
One day until Night's small finger made a shift. Finally after six months of tears and the hopes of the older couple, the young man opened his eyes anew. Resuming back to life.
With so many run tests, checkups, medications Night was making progress. Slowly.
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Another month passed unknowingly. Night was staring at the white wall in front of him, his eyes rarely blinking. His heart felt heavy. So heavy. Unimaginably. Reasons unknown. Ever since Night woke up from the coma he wasn't the same as before. He knew he wasn't the same. He felt the need to cry. He needed to scream. The agonising feelings he was feeling that gushed through his body couldn't be conveyed. It was eating him alive. But he didn't know why. As if a part of his heart has been ripped off. The more he wanted to shrug away, the more it crept to him.
There was zero possibility to reason the emotions he was feeling. To Night's acknowledgement there wasn't a fair cause for him to feel these feelings.
His thoughts were broken to the sudden unlatching of his hospital door revealing the older women.
"Hi my baby! How are you doing?" Placing away the food containers she brought, Night's mom engulfed her son in a warm hug. Not too tight to hurt him but tight enough to give the warmth and comfort to her son she knew he deprived.
"I'm doing good Ma. My leg is aching a little" Night said breaking the hug while he scrunched his nose to the pain he was feeling in his right foot.
"I'm sorry baby. The doctor said that it'll take a while to heal right?" The elder women said cradling his son's cheek and Night leaned into the touch seeking comfort. Trying to find comfort even an ounce to the pain he was feeling inside his heart. Unbearable than the physical wounds he had.
"This is really a miracle" The elder woman said feeding Night the hot soup she has cooked wiping the excess away with a cloth.
"Yeah" Night whispered with a small smile gulping down the spoonfuls he was fed, in a comfortable silence.
"Ma?" Night finally decided to break the silence. To finally address the hefty emotions that doesn't seem to subside.
"Hmm?"
Night opened his mouth to speak yet zero words were forced out, fisting his hands until the knuckles turned white.
"What is it son?" Night's mom encouraged her son to speak up.
The smaller boy's opened mouth quivered unable to comprehend words, feeling a burning sensation inside his eyes while his breath hitched, a sudden wave of adrenaline running through his entire body.
"M-Ma.. I don't feel good" Night's eyes teared up while the old lady internally panicked.
"What? Should I call the doc--"
"No Ma...No...my h-heart, it doesn't feel good" Night voiced out loud, the last words coming out as a whisper.
"It feels heavy Ma. Ever since I woke up...ever since what happened..I-I don't feel myself." The old lady took her seat on the side of the bed taking his son's fragile hands onto her's implying him to continue.
"It feels like a part of me is not here. It hurts Ma...it hurts so much...and the worst part is..i don't know why!" the tears he had been avoiding for a while falling down rivers damping their tangled hands.
"It's okay son. It's okay... let it out..hmm? Let's see what we can do okay? Let's talk to the doctor about this. Hmm?" Night nodded eagerly into his mom's shoulder's while the aged woman ran her hands over her son's back tending to calm her sobbing boy. Night was desperate. He wanted to know the answers to fill the hole on his heart. He wanted to feel normal. Just be happy as he used to.
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After another few weeks under care, the smaller boy was discharged. He wasn't fully okay. He was left with a limping leg. His right foot too severely damaged to be moulded back to how it was and the very fact wasn't concerning for Night. Not more concerning than his agitating heart that was left alone for answers. According to the medical experts it was called depression. They said. It is a common occurrence to mentally fall down after an accident. They said. The recovered boy accepted it with a nod having no say in the conversation yet he deep down knew it was not it. It wasn't the case and Night felt helpless. He had no other possible reason. He felt like a small kid being lost in a crowded town with no one to lend him a hand.
And there he completely shut down. He painfully bottled his agonising feelings up refusing to voice them out. His inner mind trying his best to shrug away the void.
Night plugged in his headphones as a distraction. A concealer to the deep cut wounds. Sitting in the backseat Night stared out the open window heading home with his parents.
The wind blew across his face making his hair messy while his eyes stared into nowhere. Zoning out. A stoic expression plastered on his face. His eyes suddenly caught a certain very old house that was located across the road with a small rusty metallic gate while he straightened his slumped posture when he felt his heart beat catch pace at the sight. His head refused to turn front, eyes glued on the house that has already passed the vision.
"Son?"
"Huh?" Night jolted his head front to the raspy voice of his father. The previous sight soon drifting off from his mind.
"Do you have anything in mind what you want to do?"
Night's eyebrows crossed in confusion.
"Like do you want to go somewhere or do something you like?" Night's father said cheering his son up while it had nothing on Night.
"Yeah! That sounds nice.. go somewhere with your friends, as a change...we know it's been hard for you." Night's mom joined the conversation gazing upon her son with a smile.
"No Pa, Ma..I will rest for a while and help Pa with the company" Night said with a polite smile, grateful of having understanding parents yet the elder couple was concerned at the answer.
Exhaling a huge sigh Night's dad voiced out staring at his son from the rear mirror.
"Alright Night, if that's what you want but take care of yourself too okay?"
"I will Pa" Night said while he resumed into his slumped position resuming into escaping reality with the music.
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After one and half months of rest Night decided to resume back to work in his father's company even though his parents insisted on resting for some more time yet Night wasn't giving in. He wanted to make himself busy with stuff just to ignore the bothersome feelings that were constantly resurfacing no matter how much he tried to shrug them away. He thought he would go insane. He would occasionally zone out in thought with unknowing tears falling down his delicate cheeks.
He seeked help from a psychiatric as adviced yet it didn't have any positivity in Night's life. It was hard. So hard for him to bear. Trying his best to avoid the emptiness the young boy decided to move on in his life facading happiness, forcing a smile to notify everyone that he was happy.
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As Night was running through one of the important files his eyes averted to the door when heard a soft knock on it, his lips slowly upcurving.
"Mind to go home?" The elderly man asked with a soft voice.
"No Pa not yet. I have to run through these again." Night said pointing at the big pile of files that rested on his work desk.
"Night..don't overwork yourself. It has not been so long after you recovered" concern was highly evident in the raspy voice.
"No Pa I'm fine. I will be fine...yeah I'm fine" Night whispered, in order to convince his father, knowing he was far beyond from, fine. He deep down knew those were just let out to convince his own doubtful self while he felt his heart getting heavy again for the umpteenth time.
Exhaling a huge sigh the old man said softly.
"Okay then. If you say so. I'll stay u-"
"Uh...No Pa..I-i will come home by myself"
"Night you didn't bring your car"
"I'll take the subway dad" Night smiled.
"Are you crazy Night you---"
"No! Pa...please..let me just....please" Night pleaded while his voice faded away. He was pleading yet he didn't know the reason. He wasn't aware of what he was asking for. He felt short of breath while he soon forced it to be back to normal.
The old male stared at his son with knitted eyebrows trying to read his motives and what a fail it was. He finally gave into his son who mirrored the stare with glassy eyes.
"Okay..whatever happens you call me okay? And be careful"
"I will Pa. Thank you" Night said in relief to the older man who turned around to leave the place.
Hours passed and Night had no clue until he felt the urge to crumple a paper with so much force and throw it away when he felt a gush of adrenaline run through his system and his hands started to shiver as a result of bottling up the emotions. He palmed his face in frustration inhaling a huge amount of air, holding it in for a while before letting it out. His eyes gazed upon the wall clock that showed 7.55 pm. Already done for the day with so much unnecessary feelings and stress, Night stood up arranging his office bag in order to head home and sleep away all the emotions he highly despised.
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Night walked towards the familiar subway he used to take everytime his car broke down or when he felt the urge to clear his frizzy mind. His small limp was evident throughout his walk which he really didn't care of.
The subway was occupied thus it wasn't crowded. The smaller boy took his seat on the cold cement bench that was placed near the wall until his train arrived. His gaze averted around the subway watching...people. How some looked extremely tired, how some looked extremely happy with their respective partners while it made his lips slightly upcurve.
His thoughts were broken when the train arrived at his platform with a loud horn. Slinging his bag on his shoulder he limped inside the less crowded train taking his seat on the side with a sigh, he loosened his tie while he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt that was perfectly tucked inside his black work pants.
Plugging in his earphones he started playing soft music as usual. To escape his deep thoughts. A drop of rain to his deserted heart.
Two stations has passed and Night felt odd. He felt being stared at. Raising his head upwards his doubt was confirmed when his sight caught a young man, who was seated in the opposite direction staring at him. A gaze that doesn't seem to be averted anywhere but Night. Night's eyebrows knitted at the young man who seemingly appeared few years older to Night. His hair was messy due to the wind that blew across from the massive shutters. The off white shirt rested under the black jacket where his hands were hidden inside it's pockets along with the pair of black pants. Night's eyes scanned. His stare felt odd while the smaller boy's heart started beating rapidly. His eyes started getting glossy yet again, he didn't know why.
To much to Night's surprise he didn't feel creeped out nor did he feel weird upon the stranger"s gaze. To all odds, he felt relieved. He felt safe. And the fact alone made Night panic internally yet his stoic expression was consistent. His built up tears unanswered for the time being.
The stranger blinked softly while he directed a small smile at the smaller man and Night's heart skipped a beat while the wrinkles between his eyebrows increased to the expression. The song that played inside his headphones long ignored. He felt him getting sentimental yet again while it soon broke to the sudden halt of the train.
"Oh shit!" Coming into his senses he soon caught his bag while he limped out of the train into his destined station. His mind drifted off to the stranger swiftly when he reminisced him standing up on his feet as soon as Night got off the train hasty.
Was he been stalked? Night turned around without delay. No one. Then left and right. No one.
Hieving out a huge sigh Night shrugged away the thoughts having no energy to deal with it at the moment while he resumed his walk back home with his limping leg.