this is awkward. awkward actually doesn’t come close to describing the situation. it’s a little ironic.
it’s awkward when the crash happens, it’s awkward when he takes the first force of the bike and it’s even more awkward when he gets shoved away, bruises and all.
not even five minutes after the end of his shift, after he’s left the building in favor of a softer, sweeter smelling abode the accident happens. he doesn’t actually leave the area and as his supervisor says as long as he’s within five miles of the entrance he’s still liable for anything that happens. it’s not that taeyang wouldn’t want to take responsibility it’s just he’s worked two doubles back to back and he’s been very careful in avoiding any incidents so he could scurry on out of there.
apparently the universe doesn’t share in this sentiment.
not even five minutes after the end of his shift and calamity erupts before him. the days preceding this one have been bathed in chaos. decorative holiday halls and christmas calamities are something the hospital knows too well. the days following christmas however are a little lighter, right up until new year’s where it’s thrown right back into the fray. eris must be smiling down at him, smiling and laughing as he glory reigns supreme. he can feel it tickling his bones, either that or his body giving out from the force of the impact. fatigue and his body have become close friends it seems.
that’s why it happens a little too fast for taeyang to grasp it. see when he steps out the entrance he relieves himself of fatigue with renewed longing for his bed. regulations be damned. when the accident does happen it takes him a little too long to process it all. he’s thankful for his muscle memory, he knows his body will always leap to someone’s aid whether he realizes it or not. he’s a martyr in the making, following in familial footsteps. it’s a curse of kindness. one day it would get him killed by apparently today is not the day.
his body rewinds, regulates and responds but his mind’s catching up. it’s never that easy to ground himself when he’s being dying to slip his consciousness through the ground. his body moves between the badly angled motorbike and that’s how he ends up between the bike and the male and the two of them up against the glass. the now cracked glass actually.
he sees blurs and he sees mixtures. it’s a formula for disaster, red and black and blue. raging red, blooming purple and blistering black. regardless of his position in the hospital he’s seen enough of this these past few days to tide him over for the months. he could paint a manifestation of chaos at this point. he wants to end the year in soft blurred colors but the year isn’t done with him.
all he wanted was some chicken. seriously. he could have waited to order when he got home, or even order in time for it to deliver as he’s leaving but he didn’t. now he’s got an overturned motorbike, a groaning delivery boy ( who really only has a few bruises of gravel on his palm ) and a rage-induced male fleeing the scene. purple, black, red and blue. taeyang’s got a few cuts here and there but it’s nothing compared to the male who’s doing his best to run off. he’s surprisingly spry for someone who’s just been ricocheted into a glass column by a motorbike.
taeyang’s body betrays him again because even though getting up feels like hell he’s moving. even though he’d rather embrace a soft hospital cot or his bed he’s moving in the opposite direction. he’s moving despite the yells of his co-workers, now attending to the male and trying to attend to him. what are a few drops of blood to an entire palmful? what’s a couple scratches attended to a gash unattended. no he’s off and he’s hot on the boy’s trail.
“don’t worry about it, my butt.” taeyang thinks when he’s slipping between aware and unconscious that he can be a little humorous, a little fuzzy and really really raw.
“yah! you’re bleeding!” it’s obvious. it’s loud and full of desperation. maybe it’d work better if the streets were paved with citizens capable of stopping the boy but it’s a few days after christmas. people are sated with family and eggnog. so taeyang lets the haze fade and the red stick as an adrenaline pump and a reminder. five minutes off the clock and he’s chasing some kid down the road.
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