Yujun's POV
"Baby, stay awake for me…you're losing so much blood" Yeon's gentle voice says but it sounds like it's coming from somewhere far away and magical.
At the mention of blood, I feel a warm sticky liquid flow from my hairline, down my forehead and over my closed eyelids. My head must have broken when Sihyuk threw me to the floor earlier.
It hurts. Not as much as the beatings I've gotten all my life, but it hurts still, the heat makes it even more painful, every pain is amplified ten times, and I can't help but wheeze.
That bastard's scent is burned into my lungs and I heave, "Sick..." I manage to say, and I hear Yeon order for the car to stop and with my eyes still shut, he carries out to empty my stomach.
"That it…breathe…" he says and rubs my back, he feels like the mother I will never have and the mother I will never be, a hard sob leaves my lips, and I try opening my eyes but don't, the blood over my face is too much.
