I woke up in a moving car, someone holding me tightly. I realised it was Taehyung and I had never felt so happy. A smile broke out onto my face, a genuine smile. It was hard to do as my skin felt dry and sore. Taehyung smiled back, stroking my hair lightly.

I wanted to jump up and hug him but I ached all over. I tried to move my leg but it only sent a shot of pain through my body. I groaned but cut myself off.

My eyes opened wide as I realised what I just did. Taehyung had a similar expression on his face, but he didn't look scared like I probably did. He looked proud and happy. The emotions he were sending off confused me but I couldn't ask him about it.

Maybe I could.

I opened my mouth but no words came out making me mentally kick myself, especially as I saw Taehyung's sorry face. The car suddenly stopped and a women with a friendly face got out of the car. She help Taehyung pick me up and bring into a strange place. It was a white empty room with one bed in the corner.

I relaxed the moment my body hit the mattress. Taehyung smiled and hugged the older women before she left. I frowned as she went but Taehyung seemed happy. He sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand, rubbing small circles onto it with the tip of his thumb. My hand felt limp in his and I couldn't seem to respond to his actions. I frowned as I strained myself further but stopped when I realised I was wasting the little bit of energy I still had.

Taehyung smiled at me with pride. I didn't know why he was proud but it made me feel warm inside. I wanted to laugh at my pathetic emotions that I would never be able to express. My eyes began to shut and I felt Taehyung kiss my forward. I inwardly smiled as I began to fall asleep.

But I couldn't. I just lay there, staring at the darkness that was the insides of my eyelids. I wanted to open my eyes so I could see Taehyung's face but I couldn't. I had lost control of my body, my mind being the only thing I had power over. It was as if I was dead.

I began to freak out at the thought, trying harder and harder to open my eyes, to squeeze Taehyung's hand, to move a toe. Nothing worked.

Then I heard it.

A quiet beeping sound, muffled voices which were too far away to properly hear. My heart was thumping so hard that I felt it would burst out of my chest. I could hear the sound of my own breath sending me into full panic mode.

Someone squeezed my hand and I relaxed knowing that Taehyung was still there to protect me.

"It'll be okay. You'll be okay." His voice.

It sounded so delicate and warm yet it sent shivers down my spine. He was speaking. I wanted to respond but the moment I opened my mouth everything fell silent. My eyes shot open and I saw a Taehyung asleep on the floor, his hand no longer in mine.

I wanted to cry, unsure if what I just experienced was a dream or a nightmare. So I cried.

I was quiet so Taehyung didn't notice, and I was thankful for that.

I cried myself to sleep with Taehyung's voice fresh in my mind.