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The angel smiled sadly at Hana. “Let me get you comfortable first.” He leaned close to Hana to fluff the pillows on her head and pulled the blanket over her body. “Is that good? Tell me if you need more pillows and blankets okay?” He had to make sure that she was cozy and warm before retelling the events of that night. Seojin sighed as he sat back down on the chair. “Someone planted a bomb in the casino, Hana,” He looked at the monitors once again to make sure that Hana was okay. “Hundreds died, there were also many who were injured. They have a suspect in custody already.” The fiery inferno that became their reality that night was still vivid in Seojin’s mind. He still felt pain on his hands every once in a while, a reminder of all the debris he removed. Unconsciously, his fingers intertwined with Hana’s as if her warmth sent him waves of comfort. “You, Siwon, and Somin were in a coma for weeks. You had us all worried really.” Seojin informed her, tucking a piece of unruly hair behind her ear, “I-I didn’t know if I could save any of you. I’m glad you came back to us, sunshine. I really really am.”

Hana knew Seojin was a doctor.

The pomp bastard wouldn’t shut up about it. Oh, I’m Seojin and I own a hospital. Look at me, I’m Seojin and I’m a rich bastard and a doctor and a CEO and also I’m so handsome everyone loves me including The Creator even though I’m a dumpster fire of a person- Hana had to pause her thoughts, finding herself falling into her old mindset once fueled by... well, jealousy, mostly. Besides, how could she, in good faith, call Seojin a dumpster fire of a person when he was taking care of her.

Which was her original point anyways. 

Hana knew Seojin was a doctor, but that didn’t make it any less weird to have him take care of her. He was treating her with such... care. Tender, gentle delicacy that she’d never really expected. His touch was feather light, purposeful, filled with the professionalism of a doctor caring for a patient, and a friend caring for a friend. Which was weird, because they were not friends. Still, being tucked in and adjusted so the weight was off her back a bit more was a delight, regardless of if Seojin was at the root of it all. No amount of fluffed pillows was enough to prepare her for the news, though. 

Her already sickly pale complexion blanched even further, and if she wasn’t already looking ghostly she certainly was now. She felt the bile rising up past the stone in the pit of her stomach, felt the cold sweat on her palms as her hands trembled, and felt her heart ache for those who lost their lives. When Seojin’s fingers locked with her, she hardly paid it any mind, simply thankful to have something to help ground her. Her shaky fingers began to still as the warmth of Seojin’s seeped into her skin. She tightened her grip.

“I have a right to be angry!”

“You hear my heart beat? Just focus on that.”

“I’m going to protect you.”

“Give it back.”

“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“How about a kiss?”

“Here. Let’s share the blanket.”

“No- just. I really like you in my clothes.”

“Wait. Don’t pull away…not yet.”

“I’m supposed to hate you for what you did.”

“Maybe we should work on the fact that you go in fists flying when things don’t go your way.”

“Don’t look at me like that, like you’re afraid of me.”

“I thought we were friends!”

“Lie to me then.”

“There’s no time to run.”

“It’s fine. I can wait.”

“I hate you!”

“Don’t let me go.”

“Bite me!”

“You’d be a great mom.”

“You’re one hell of a guy.”

“Why are you naked?!”

“You have…superpowers?”

“Put me down!”

“There’s only one bed…”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Did you just…agree with me?”

“You’re insane!”

“I know. Isn’t it great?”

“Why is he bleeding?”

“Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”

“Do you sleep anymore?”

“It’s just a papercut.”

“You’re not as evil as people think you are.”

“I don’t give a damn.”

“It’s a long story.”

You’re a part of the family, didn’t you know?“

“Woah! Slow down, what’s going on?”

“This is a one time thing.”

“You smell nice.”

“Did you just lick me?”

“Stop telling me you’re okay!”

“What a pretty sight.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Car sex looks way easier in the movies.”

“Where are your clothes!”

“When did we get a cat?”

“He did what?!”

“You look pretty today. I like you in blue.”

“Stop calling me that! That’s not my name.”

“Are you flirting…with me?”

“Oh! That’s not my leg!”

“I like your voice.”

“You’re still here and making- pancakes?”

“No, I said we were safer. Not safe.”

“If we get arrested it’s your fault.”

“Do you ever think we should stop doing this?”

“Are you scared?”

“Promise me you won’t take it off.”

“They’re afraid of me.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I lost a bet.”

“I don’t regret anything.”

“You’ll break his heart if you do this.”

“What’s in your hair?”

“You don’t want to know, trust me.”

“Are you always an ass, or am I just special?”

“Did you hear something?”

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“You got about as much charm as a dead slug.”

“Oh! This one’s pretty.”

“Shut up and get over here.”

“You’ve got to believe me!”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“What’s up with your dad?”

“Please. Don’t stop.”

“Take my hand.”

“Don’t bleed on my floor.”

“Would you please put your tongue away.”

“Deep breath now.”

“Is that a lighter in your pants or you just happy to see me?”

“Why can’t you love me?”

“I like your face.”

“God, I could kiss you right now. Wait- uh…”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Who are you?”

“How did I get here?”

“That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Five minutes! And that’s it!”

“Eyes up here, amigo.”

“You like me?”

“I don’t like the dark.”

“What is that?”

“Are you smiling or is that a grimace? I can’t tell the difference.”

“We’re not going to die.”

“You wrote me a poem?”

“Stop staring! It’s rude.”

“Bend over.”

A weak press on his flesh stopped him from his song, “Hana?” Seojin gasped in shock, immediately standing up to check her vitals. “Han, sunshine, can you hear me?” he asked once again as her eyes slowly opened. He never knew how much he could miss a pair of brown eyes until he was staring into Hana’s. Seojin immediately sent a quick text to the Amaranthine group chat to inform them of the angel’s waking as a group of doctors and nurses rechecked her condition. All throughout the ordeal, he never let go of her hand. His hazel eyes watched her carefully as if he was scared that in a blink of an eye, Hana will go back to her coma.  

“Hana,” Seojin smiled brightly, fingers brushing her hair. “How are you feeling, sunshine? Any pain? Dizziness? Tell me if you feel anything wrong okay?” The angel almost ranted as he reached for a cup of water from the bedside table and carefully offered it to her, “Here, have a few sips of water. We’ve been waiting for you, do you know that?” I’ve been waiting for you. “You don’t know how happy I am that you’re awake, Hana.“

The onslaught of words, concern, and care from the other angel... or, she should say the only angel now, was a little overwhelming. She was so, so grateful to be awake, but goodness, that was a lot of words to process in one go, and Hana got... maybe three of them? Four if she tried really, really hard to remember what had just been said to her? She understood water, at the very least. 

Her muscles screamed in pain, feeling heavy and weighed down as she tried to lean over and reach for the cup, causing her eyes to roll slightly before screwing them shut, heaving deep, deep breaths to steady herself. She winced through the pain and discomfort and put a gentle hand on the cup, but she very much still needed Seojin to hold the majority of the weight, as it took all her energy just to take a few painful sips. She wanted to down the whole cup, but she read in a book somewhere that that wasn’t good for the body after an extended period of dehydration or something. She didn’t care too much, relishing in the feeling of the cool liquid rushing down her throat, invigorating her anew. Still, she couldn’t lean forward for too long, and gently flopped herself back into her original position.

Her voice was raspy with disuse, and she felt winded before she even spoke. Her mouth tasted awful and she just knew her breath probably smelled like something crawled in the back of her throat and died. Suddenly, her new priority was just brushing her teeth, or like, some mouth wash or something. The pain could wait.

“I’m in pain, but that doesn’t matter. Where’s Kannika? Is she okay?” she asked, eyes scanning the room to find no trace of the witch aside from a blanket of hers, and- huh? Hana looked down at her arms quizzically, noticing the black markings on her arm. Permanent marker? Hana had seen the markings drawn on her arms many times in the past, though she’d never really known what they were. Sigils, Kannika called them. The ink on some had all but faded, some were smudged, and some looked brand new, as though they’d been drawn recently. A sigh of relief passed through her lips. Her witch was okay. “I see. She’s alright, that’s a relief.” 

Tension she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding in her shoulders was released, and the tightness in Hanako;s chest eased up. She could cry knowing her best friend was safe, truly. Oh, she just wanted to pick up the phone and call her and tell her to come see her— but she knew the limits of her body. She knew she was in too much pain, head throbbing in pain, muscles weak, still feeling the lingering burning sensation on her back- she needed to take it easy.