Dry

Suho had been in a coma for a long time. Even with his eyes closed, he heard a voice that was very common, very familiar. Although he wanted to open his eyes, he lacked the strength; today was different. With the first rays of dawn, Suho slowly opened them – for the first time in a month. He took a deep breath, looking at the hospital ceiling. The light of the rising sun fell on his face. His gaze fell from the ceiling on a boy who had fallen asleep holding his hand. It was Shieun. A slight smile appeared on his face. His dry lips hurt from smiling, but he didn't care.

“Don’t you need to study?” he asked in a hoarse voice.