Characters: Donghae, Kyuhyun
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior.
Warning: attempts at angst and dry humor?
Summary: I’m bad at these.
A/N: my first story, so criticisms are helpful. :] I’ve been told by many that my writing is stiff and formal. Consider yourself warned. ^^ Donghae is reading Shakespeare's The Tempest.
Next Chapter: 01
The stifling silence of the night was broken by the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor, which had attached itself to the body of a sleeping boy. The frosty moonlight covered a part of the boy’s features, stitching a line of demarcation down the center on his face. Stillness filled the cramped hospital room from window to door and isolated that person from the rest of the world. Finally, it was dissipated by the opening of the door.
Donghae cautiously entered the hospital room and gently closed the door behind him. In several hesitant steps he arrived at the bed. Pulling out a chair, he sat down and stared mournfully at the patient. “Kyuhyun,” he whispered. “It’s me.” There was no response, but he continued nonetheless.
“Do you remember where we were?” He pulled a book and a flashlight from his backpack. The soulless beeping of the monitor answered him. Encouraged, he flipped the book to the bookmarked page. “Miranda and Ferdinand just met each other, and they have already fallen in love. And a storm is brewing as Caliban becomes increasingly angry with Prospero.” Smiling a half-smile, he shifted around in his seat, searching for a comfortable position.
“Act Two, Scene One,” he began….