#★ & ☆ ALLUME --— WRITING .
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ALL OF US …… ( PAPER FLOWERS . )
❝ A weed is but an unloved flower.❞
― Ella Wheeler Wilcox
CHARACTERS : YUI … JAMIE … YEBIN … MARISOL … ISEUL & CARMEN BAE
WORDS : 2k
WARNINGS / NOTES : Yui overdoses. Vomiting. It's a distressing moment for everyone involved. Hospitals. Mentions of familial abandonment. If I missed anything let me know! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡
“It’s not like I care that he’s fucking other girls. I just, like…I don’t know.”
“A heads up would’ve been nice,” Marisol finishes for Jamie as she continues to cut out the shape of a flower on the pale purple paper as Jamie nods, folding a piece of yellow paper.
“And I like the girl. Like, Sena is nice or whatever but…” Jamie shrugs looking off to the side, trying to string her words together.
“It’s just so obvious they’re fucking.”
“Yeah, totally obvious. Did you see how he was looking at her? He was giving her the look,” Marisol says as she gives Jamie a fond look, mimicking the one she saw Sammy giving Sena. The mockery makes Jamie laugh as Marisol tilts her head, making her eyelids heavy and putting a small smile on her full lips. Jamie covers her mouth as she giggles at her friend, looking beside her at Yui who stared at the table blankly.
Jamie didn’t think much of it. Yui always zoned out. It’s just what she did. Jamie knows it’s probably the drugs but if she’s being honest, she doesn’t know when Yui is sober or when she’s high, especially at this point. Jamie likes taking care of Yui when she’s like this. It reminds her of taking care of a child.
“Do you need help with your flower, Yui?” Jamie asks sweetly, already beginning to fold the black paper into petals for the elder.
Yui’s been quiet lately. Usually, she’ll stir something up in the dorm, argue with Yebin once or twice, or say something to get someone pissed off at the lease least but for the past few days, she’s been really quiet. Sometimes Jamie forgets she’s even there. Yui is like a ghost in this dorm to Jamie but a friendly ghost. Jamie thinks she likes Yui more when she doesn’t speak.
“I like the colors you picked,” Jamie says as she folds the gold accents into the petals, “Looks like you.”
Yui doesn’t reply, looking up and around the room before back at the paper flower being made in Jamie’s hand. Jamie’s sweet eyes look up at Yui, smiling sweetly at her in hopes of getting some kind of reaction out of her but nothing comes. Jamie still smiles though. She likes arts and crafts like this, they always help calm her even when she isn’t anxious.
“Do you feel okay, Yui? You’re very quiet.”
Yui clears her throat, trying to break herself out of her haze but she can’t. She’s stuck in that thick all consuming haze.
“I think I’m just tired,” Yui tells Jamie quietly, causing the girl to hum and nod in understanding.
“We can make more flowers tomorrow. You should lay down.” Jamie pats Yui’s hand as the elder nods, clearing her throat.
“Yeah…Yeah,” Yui nearly whispers as she begins to stand up.
Jamie’s focus never leaves the paper flowers she’s nearly finished with, smiling at her creation. She thinks it’ll look good on Yui’s wall or in the center of–Thud!
The loud and sudden sound makes Jamie turn around abruptly, eyes widening when she sees Yui on the floor. Jamie lets out a scream at the sight, shoving herself out of her chair and rushing over to the elder like she has any idea how to help. Yui is clearly seizing, her body locked up as she thrashes around on the hardwood floor. Jamie is so scared she’s going to hit her head too hard but she doesn’t want to grab her, scared she’ll only hurt her more.
That’s all Jamie can feel right now: Scared. Jamie is so scared.
“Mari! Mari, help!” Jamie screams, hands up and hovering over Yui, clearly unsure of what to do.
“What the hell is going–Oh my god,” Marisol starts but stops when she sees what’s happening in the hallway, rushing out of the bathroom and towards the girls on the ground.
“Yebin!” Marisol calls as she drops to her side near Yui, pushing the girl on her side as a white foamy substance spills from her mouth. There’s a clear look of distress on Marisol’s face as she stares down at Yui but her hands are stable and so is her breathing. She can be scared later, she’ll have time for that later, but for right now she has to help Yui.
“What the fuck is happening?” Yebin snaps as she emerges from her room, clearly having been asleep before the commotion happened. Yebin looks confused at the sight in front of her but she’s seen it before, making her jump straight into action as if it’s second nature. It feels like it at this point.
“I put her on her side–”
“Did you call paramedics?” Yebin asks as she opens Yui’s mouth wider, shoving two fingers down her throat, making Yui wrench because of it. Yui throws up around Yebin’s fingers, making Yebin cringe and look away but she knows it’s helping. Marisol shakes her head, pulling Yui’s hair back as the girl coughs and gasps on the floor.
“Someone call them. She’s fucking overdosing.” Yebin feels that’s obvious. Marisol looks at Jamie who still sits on her knees beside Yui, shimmery tears running down her cheeks, covering her mouth with her small trembling hands. She figures she’s too scared and stunned to talk to the paramedics, leaving it to her. Marisol feels like she’s on the verge of throwing up as her pulls her phone out to call the paramedics.
Marisol rests a hand on Yui’s arm to calm herself hopefully.
Yui is cold. She’s still.
Yebin has never liked hospitals. They make her uncomfortable and uneasy especially now.
“Did you call her parents?” Marisol asks Carmen, one of their CEOs, but Yebin already knows the answer. Their voices feel like they’re in the background and the only thing she can hear are the machines Yui is hooked up to.
Beep, beep, beep.
“They didn’t answer. I left a voicemail but…I don’t think they’re coming.”
Beep, beep, beep.
Yebin can feel her hands tremble as she stares at Yui’s face, reliving every memory the two have shared together. It hits her how long she’s known Yui, how much they went through together, when it was just them against the world together, she’s never thought about how often Yui has been around, how much Yebin relied on her, how tightly they’ve bonded. Now, machines are keeping her lungs full of air and her heart beating. Yebin’s eyes get warm.
Beep, beep, beep.
“Does she have anyone else? Is it just you guys?”
Beep, beep, beep.
“She was close to Aki. She’d come over a lot. They might’ve been dating. I don’t know. Yui didn’t talk a lot about her other friends.”
Beep, beep, beep.
Yebin takes a deep breath, rubbing her face to make the sound fill the room again. She looks away from Yui and towards Carmen and Marisol, watching as Iseul walks into the room in haste. She’s dressed in her usual attire: a Grey pantsuit, heeled boots, and a black purse over her shoulder. Yebin swears Iseul sleeps in that outfit.
“What the fuck happened?” Iseul asks snappily, pointing to Yui’s body in the hospital bed as she looks down at Yebin like she has all the answers.
“She overdosed.” Yebin can hear Jamie sniffle at Yebin’s deadpanned words. Iseul sighs, shaking her head as her hands go to her hips.
“Of course she did,” Iseul huffs almost like she’s annoyed, looking back at Yui’s body. She softens at the sight of the girl hooked up to machines and with a tube down her throat. Yebin knows Iseul has a heart, that deep down under all the ice inside her that she’s a caring and loving woman. She’s a CEO at the end of the day, and Yebin doesn’t expect much kindness from her.
“Is she going to be okay? Do we know?” Iseul asks, tone a lot softer than before. Yebin doesn’t answer, looking at Yui’s face again with a deep sigh. Marisol clears her throat, looking at Yui and then at Iseul.
“They said she’s in a coma. They don’t know when she’s going to wake up. They said she’s lucky to even be alive right now.” Marisol fills Iseul in on all the doctors told her and Yebin. Jamie hasn’t stopped crying since this whole thing started.
It hits Yebin that this has all happened in less than two hours. It’s only 11 PM.
“This can’t get out,” Iseul tells Carmen after a few minutes of silence. It almost makes Yebin cringe. All she’s ever seen Iseul care about is business. It’s always about business, how to make more money, or what to do to please the masses, Yebin can’t help but to feel like a machine more often than not.
“If people find out she overdosed–”
“Is that really all you can think about right now?” Yebin interjects, her voice weaker than she wants it to be. “About what people will think? She’s in a fucking coma.”
Iseul sighs at Yebin’s emotions, shaking her head as if what she said was ridiculous. It probably was ridiculous in Iseul’s eyes. Yebin’s only seen the woman have two emotions, none of which being sadness.
“She’s in a fucking coma because of illegal drugs. Do you know what the public will do to her if they find out? Think logically for a second, Yebin.” Iseul taps the side of her own head to signal to Yebin to use her brain, it only makes Yebin turn her head away, sniffling softly. She hates how dumb Iseul makes her feel for feeling anything.
“Is her family coming?” Iseul asks, pulling out her phone and typing around. Yebin almost rolls her eyes when the question is asked again.
Yui hasn’t spoken to her parents in 6 years, going on 7. They want nothing to do with her and she wants nothing to do with them. Anyone who knows Yui knows that.
“They aren’t in contact. You shouldn’t even call them,” Yebin sighs, “Call Aki. She’s the only other person I know that cares about her besides us.” Yebin brushes a few silky strands of Yui’s hair behind her ear with a deep breath through her nose. Her eyes are hot, she can feel her throat getting tight the longer she looks at Yui in her weakest state. She hates seeing her like this. She wishes she never had to see her like this.
The room is quiet again.
Beep, beep, beep.
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"jamie...” marisol says through the shut door, ear pressing against the wood to hear her better. she can hear jamie rustle around in her bed, there’s a sniffle, causing marisol to sigh softly through her nose. she presses her palm against the door.
“are you okay?”
jamie doesn’t say anything for a few beats before marisol hears a small whimper.
“i’m really sad, mari,” jamie whimpers. marisol swallows, slowly sliding her hand to the doorknob. “it just...makes me really sad. i’m really sad.”
“it’s okay to be sad, jamie.” marisol says gently, cheek pressed against the door. “can i come in?”
there’s a pause.
“yeah,” it’s small and quiet but marisol catches it, opening the door and push in. jamie’s room is always cold, she’s bundled herself in all her blankets, curled into a sad looking ball. it makes marisol sigh, climbing in her bed and immediately rubbing her back through the blankets.
jamie turns towards marisol, resting her head in the elder’s lap with a sniffle. marisol combs her fingers through jamie’s hair, letting a silence settle between them as jamie quietly cried in her friend’s lap.
“i’m really gonna miss him,” jamie sobs, covering her face with her hands, slowly unraveling into tears and sobs. marisol doesn’t know what to say, she just lets her friend grieve in her lap. “he was really special to me.”
marisol bites the inside of her cheek, having to swallow all the choice words she has for the boy her friend weeps over. her manicured fingers threading through jamie’s bleach blond hair, nails slowly scratching her scalp to help soothe her without saying anything.
“you were special to him,” marisol finally says, not knowing if her words were even true. she didn’t know jae, she didn’t want to. the stories jamie told her were enough for her to form a negative opinion on the man but jamie loves him, she’s mourning him, mairsol will say whatever she needs to say to ease jamie’s pain.
jamie presses her face into marisol’s thigh with a sob, frail body heaving as she does so. she looks like a baby bird when she cries, it only makes marisol’s chest ache more.
“all those stories you told me...you made him really happy when he was here,” marisol hopes the stories were true and not jamie making the best of a bad situation, she hopes there was a time where he really did love her, jamie deserves that at the very least.
“and that’s all you could really do, jamie,” marisol tells her, voice soft but the words carrying a weight that make jamie bring her knees to her chest, sobbing again. her arms wrap around herself, making marisol bite the inside of her cheek harder, looking up to stare at jamie’s wall instead of watching her unravel into sobs and tears.
her hands continue to soothe her, rubbing between jamie’s tense shoulder blades, hoping to give the girl some comfort.
that’s all she really can do.
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