Part two of this.
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You aren’t sorry.
Ryeowook felt his resolve leave him and it was only Shindong’s arm around his waist that stopped him from collapsing to the ground. His eyes were red from crying, from mourning, and from having to explain to Heechul why there was no other occupied bed in the infirmary and why Kangin wasn’t sitting by his bed and waiting for him to wake up.
And now the tears were starting up again because no matter how much he apologized for not being able to save, Heechul refused to look anything but infuriated as he stormed out of the infirmary and down the hall.
Everyone was quick to get out of his way when they saw him coming and no one dared to look him in the eye.
No one except Siwon, who blocked his path in the hallway and refused to let him past. Even when Heechul tried to hit him, because he didn’t have his guns to threaten him with, the taller man just grabbed first one wrist and then the other. His own eyes were red and wet, but his expression was calm.
Heechul’s anger didn’t waver, even as he let Siwon lead him from the main hall and down a flight of stairs to the hall where the bedrooms were. All the doors were closed, which was unusual considering it was only just after lunchtime, but neither said anything about it. Siwon just continued to lead his friend to the room near the very end of the hall and quietly pushed the door open.
“Everyone refused to bury him until you were awake,” Siwon said, staying by the doorway while Heechul moved closer to the bed where his friend lay lifelessly. “Gears is making up a coffin for him so we can give him a proper burial.”
Heechul didn’t give any sign that he had heard anything that Siwon was saying. He was too busy trying to hold back tears while he slipped a hand into Kangin’s cold one and, despite the temperature difference that just emphasized the lack of life, he held on tight.
Siwon watched for a moment longer before murmuring a small prayer beneath his lips, bowing his head and crossing himself. With one last glance at Heechul, he stepped out of the room and slowly pulled the door closed behind him.
Because apparently the first step to get over complete writer’s block is to torture and kill characters. The torture fic...
Why are you doing this to me, D’mi.