the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, the world blinding and dark. sirens and flashing police lights was all you heard, as you tried to keep yourself conscious and alert, prying your brain with whatever happened, leading up to this horrific moment.

minho drove on the road, his eyes weirdly glossy..like he was on something. welp, he was clean for what..5 months now? he wouldn’t relapse now, would he? your train got cut off by minho’s soft tone.

“hey, baby, can i ask you something?”

he asked, you nodded, raising an eyebrow, silently taking note of his eyes not on the road..

“can y-“

BAM!

he drove into a ditch, everything blacking out, and ringing settled into your ears like a unsettling hum of bad, bad rock music.

you moaned in pain, your body dragging itself up, touching the back of your head, your hand immediately retreating back to your sight. blood splattered. underneath your nails, over your hand. when a medic spoke.

“miss? lay down.. we’ll get you out..”

he assured quietly. when you blacked out again, where was minho? he left you, with only a few minor scratches and you could be dying..