Mingi checked his phone for what felt like the millionth time as he stood on the steps of the library. The weather was definitely colder than yesterday and the sky had decided it wanted to open up and rain down fat, freezing drops on unsuspecting passersby. The echoes of the drops splashing on the ground would normally be rather be calming on the senses but today the sky seemed especially sad.

Sighing, Mingi placed his phone back in his pocket. 'Maybe he just got held up with another project.' The lanky man tried to reason as he bounced on his toes to generate warmth. He still hadn't received a text back from his best friend and he was starting to get worried. He had tried calling numerous times but it always went to voicemail.

Deciding that he wasn't going to wait on the library steps any longer Mingi pulled up the hood on his sweatshirt and walked out into the rain before unlocking his bike. If Hongjoong wasn't going to answer him, he would just find the man himself. Sitting on his bike and trying not to think of how his butt was getting wet, the taller man set off towards his friend's apartment.

The whole ride was only about 10 minutes total but the freezing rain felt like razor blades as they brushed over his cheeks and seeped into his clothing. What a day for him to forget his umbrella. About a third of the way there he ended up riding through a puddle that soaked the bottom of his pants. Mingi scowled.

"Hyung better be grateful for this," the man muttered under his breath as he shook off the water that was trying to drip into his eyes.

Once he arrived, Mingi hopped off his bike and leaned it against the building, not even bothering to lock it up as he bounded up the outside steps to reach shelter. Shaking off some of the excess water like a dog, he passed a few doors before he reached apartment 203. Pulling his red and frozen fingers out of his pocket, Mingi had never been so grateful that they were willing to share apartment passcodes with each other.

After a few tries due to his shaking hands, he finally managed to input the passcode correctly. With a flourish Mingi threw open the door.

"Hyung! Where were you? I demand tea, a hot shower, and cuddles!" The man called out as he clumsily pulled off his shoes at the door way. He nearly fell over hopping on one foot to separate his socks from his feet. When the brunette didn't receive a snarky response to his obnoxious yell, Mingi looked up and into the dark apartment with a wet sock still in hand.

"Hongjoong?" He called out again only to be met with silence once more. Forgetting his wet sock he dropped it onto the floor in the entry and made his way farther into the apartment.

He made a beeline for his friend's bedroom, only sneaking a quick peek into the living room as he walked past. He noted absently that his friend was not there. Once at the bedroom, he noticed that the door was open. Peeking inside he saw that the bed looked undisturbed as if no one had slept in it the night before.

Mingi clicked his tongue, "Did he spend the night in the studio again?" He mumbled to himself as he made his way to the kitchen. This room appeared the same as the others, completely untouched.

Figuring his hyung owed him for wading through the rain, Mingi decided to make himself at home and prepare to both surprise and scold his workaholic friend for standing him up when the other finally decided to come home. The brunette walked back into the other man's bedroom and opened a drawer where he usually kept a spare set of clothes in case he ended up staying over working on a project or during their movie nights. He quickly changed out of his wet clothes before he made himself something quick to eat. His hyung didn't have much, as he normally forgot to eat, but one bowl of instant noodles later, Mingi had firmly sat himself on Hongjoong's couch and turned on the TV to make himself comfortable.

It wasn't until hours later when the lanky man felt light rudely invade his vision did Mingi realize that he had fallen asleep at some point in the night. He half expected to wake up with a blanket thrown over him like always when Hongjoong finds the other asleep in his apartment but was rather surprised to notice that he was still uncovered. Even the TV was still playing softly in the background which the shorter man would have turned off immediately upon discovery lest he disturb the other's slumber.

Confused, Mingi sat up with a yawn. He gave a mighty stretch and listened to his bones pop from being stuck in an uncomfortable position for an extended period of time. Once fully awake, Mingi made his way through Hongjoong's apartment once more to find that his shorter friend still hadn't returned. Fully worried now, Mingi ran towards his phone to try calling the other.

He tapped his foot anxiously as he listened to it ring. After the fifth ring, the phone clicked to voicemail. Mingi threw his phone on the couch and roughly ran his hands through his hair in frustrated worry. It wasn't like Hongjoong to leave his apartment for an extended period like this without letting anyone, especially Mingi, know. It also wasn't like him to not answer his phone when the other called or to break a promise.

Fearing the worst, Mingi snatched his phone off the couch and raced towards the door. He didn't even bother changing out of his pajamas as he threw on a pair of slippers, ran down the stairs, and mounted his bike. There were only a total number of three places that the shorter man could be and Mingi wasn't sure what he was going to do if Hongjoong wasn't at any of them.

Mingi's first stop was the studio at their shared university. If you were ever looking for one Kim Hongjoong, this was for sure the first place one would ever check. The other male would often hole himself up in one of the studios for days and work on school or personal projects.

The tall boy ignored all the strange looks he was receiving as he rushed into the building. After darting up a set of stairs two at a time, he slid to a stop in front of Hongjoong's normally reserved room. With a deep breath to prepare himself for what might be on the other side, Mingi flung open the door and stepped inside.

Empty.

The room looked completely untouched since the last time Hongjoong had been there. There were a few chip bags in the trash and a forgotten sweater thrown over the back of the chair but otherwise no signs of the man with the mullet. There was very little possibility that anyone had used the room since Hongjoong's last visit. The entire music department knew that this studio was his sacred space and didn't dare try to intrude.

The second place that the brunette could possibly think that his small friend would be hiding is Mingi's own apartment. He knew it was very unlikely that he would be there considering Mingi himself had spent the night at Hongjoong's place and he hadn't received any calls saying the shorter one was there. The lanky boy didn't want to bother chancing it though and made his way out of the building and back to his bike.

In the same manner as last time, Mingi hopped off and headed inside his own apartment. He scanned the room quickly before deciding that his hyung had not even set foot in his home while he was out. He took the opportunity to change since he was home but as soon as he had fresh clothes on, he hopped back on his bike. This was his last idea. If Hongjoong wasn't there, then he didn't know where to even begin to look next.

As soon as Mingi pulled up to their favorite little cafe he hopped off his bike and tossed it to the side. He didn't even bother to put its kickstand up as he was quickly being consumed with worry. The bell on the oak door jingled loudly as he tossed it open. He must have been a bit too aggressive as the whole of the cafe looked up and towards where he was standing.

Feeling a little embarrassed at his actions but too preoccupied with his task, he quickly scanned the entire cafe for a sandy blonde head. Coming up empty, he turned his attention to the coffee bar where Yunho stood with a cup poised in his hand. He had paused in his cleaning at the noise of the bell to stare at the other.

"Yunho!" The lanky boy exclaimed loudly as he made his way to the counter. The other boy's eyes widened comically with a jump at the sudden shout of his name.

"Yes? Can I help you?" The tall blonde drawled in confusion. Mingi didn't even seem to notice.

"Hongjoong. Have you seen him?" The other rushed out. At the other's confused eyebrow raise, Mingi rolled his eyes and placed his hands on the counter while leaning in. "Hongjoong. The guy who was with me yesterday. We come in all the time. This is our favorite place to hang out and now I can't find him anywhere and he isn't answering his cell."

The blonde clenched the cup in his grip a little tighter and pulled it closer to his chest as he watched the dark haired male begin to get worked up. Mingi didn't seem to notice how uncomfortable he was making the young waiter as he continued leaning further and further over the counter. Yunho didn't really know what to make of this person he barely knew getting so upset. The mention of a cell phone seemed to remind the blonde of something, however, and he made a sudden sound of realization that seemed to catch Mingi off guard.

"What does his cell phone look like?" The tall blonde asked as he set the cup down and reached for something under the counter. Once he had found what he was looking for, he pulled out a wallet and a phone with a hand painted Minion phone case. Mingi had told his hyung that it was embarrassing to have something like that for a phone case but Hongjoong wouldn't hear anything of it when he had showed the other his creation with the biggest smile the brunette had ever seen. Mingi had to bite his lip to keep his eyes from watering at the sight of the offending case without the presence of its owner.

"I knew it. Somethings happened," The dark haired boy swallowed thickly. "I could feel it in my gut but I didn't want to admit it. I have to go find him." The last part was said in a rush as he made to turn and hop back on his bike to scour the whole city.

"Wait!" Yunho called out in alarm as he made to grab the other's arm to keep him from leaving. He missed the wrist and managed to grab onto the other's hand. Mingi paused to turn back around to look at the other. The stance was a bit awkward because of the counter in between them. The blonde quickly dropped the other's hand as if it had burned him with a mumbled apology.

"When was the last time you saw your friend?" Yunho asked curiously. The way the other boy was talking it seemed rather serious.

Mingi took a deep breath and seemed to try and pull himself together as he ran a hand through his hair. "We parted after we left the cafe two days ago with promises to meet yesterday at the library. When he didn't show and he wasn't answering my calls,I figured he was caught up in a project. I ended up crashing at his place while I waited for him to come home but he didn't. I've been looking for him since this morning and visited all his usual haunts by now." The dark haired man cast a forlorn glance at the yellow smiling Minion. "Guess I know now why he wasn't answering."

"Maybe he didn't know his phone was missing and went somewhere else?" The blonde supplied in what he hoped was a bright and helpful tone. When Mingi just stared back with a raised eyebrow the boy sighed. "You're right. Stupid suggestion."

"Look, thank you for keeping my hyung's phone and wallet safe but I have to go out there and look for him." Mingi said in exasperation as he pocketed the mentioned items. He wasn't sure where Hongjoong could have run off too. He couldn't get anywhere far though if his wallet was here. He would have no cash and no T-money transportation card for buses or subways.

"Shouldn't you fill out a missing person's report? It sounds like it's been over 24 hours and you said you checked all his usual spots. You should let the police handle this."

"The police can't find him!" What was meant to be helpful advice seemed to trigger the other as he gave a quick outburst. The cafe became quiet once more at the sudden noise and Mingi once again found all eyes on him. Taking a deep breath the boy tried to calm himself down before addressing the blonde again. "Look, the police don't know my best friend like I do. Only I can find him."

Yunho was torn. He understood the other male's desire to be the one to search for his friend but he also knew that he was letting his emotions get the better of him. "Listen uhhh..."

"Mingi." The boy replied curtly.

"Right, Mingi." The blonde noted with a nod of his head. "I understand that you want to be the one to find him but don't you think that having more people out searching would be better? Who is going to look for Hongjoong when you need to eat or sleep? You can't keep going 24/7. The more people out on the streets the better. You can search on your own when you have free time and hang up posters if you really want to help."

"But-" Mingi tried to retort but was only met with a raised eyebrow. The dark haired male sighed, the fight suddenly depleting from him and leaving him feeling exhausted. "You're right I just...I-"

Yunho held up a finger and stopped the other from talking. "Don't. I understand. You're just worried for your friend. I would be too."

Mingi lowered his head as if he were a chastised pet but cracked a tiny smile, the first one in two days. "Thanks, I really appreciate it. You've been really helpful. I'm sorry that you had to talk down a total stranger from having a scene."

"Oh the scene happened the moment you walked in the door," the blonde joked. "I just decided to take up the supporting role."

The small shy smirk on Mingi's face broke into a full, if not a little broken, smile. "Wonderful performance, good sir, but I don't think we need an encore."

"Definitely not," Yunho quipped back with a bright, answering smile before watching the boy before him become solemn again.

"I should probably go file that report. The sooner the better." Mingi sighed while looking at the ground before looking back up again to catch the other's gaze. He brought his left hand up to the back of his neck and rubbed nervously. "H-hey, I know this is a lot to ask of a total stranger, feel free to say no, but would you mind maybe...coming with me?" The ending inflection of the boy's sentence was slightly higher in his insecurity.

Yunho blinked back in surprise. Of all the things he thought he would be doing today, this hadn't even made it on the list, but as he stood and stared at the other's heartbroken and slightly red rimmed eyes, he couldn't find it in himself to say no.

"Y-yeah sure." The blonde stuttered back. "Just let me go find someone to cover me and I'll grab my jacket, then we can go."

Mingi seemed to perk up as he watched the other exit the back of the bar and reach for a jacket on the coat rack. "Thanks again. I really appreciate it. After this I'll leave you alone. It's just nice to have someone there you know?"

The blonde paused with his jacket clutched in his hand as he turned his head to stare back at his earnest companion as he felt something clench in his stomach. "Of course."

XxX

"Ughhh...." Hongjoong groaned as his slumber was interrupted by a blinding white light. Cracking his eyes open, he immediately shut them again as the light sent a shooting pain through his head. His mouth felt dry, his brain was fuzzy, and his limbs weighed a hundred pounds each.

After a few moments to collect himself, the small student managed to fully open his eyes. Hongjoong took the time to glance at his surroundings from where his head appeared to be laying on a starchy pillow.
He was in a springy bed with scratchy, thin sheets that reminded him of his bed when he used to live in the dorms at school. The walls around him were a disturbingly clean white that made the fluorescent lights appear much brighter. There were no markings anywhere or windows. The only other thing in the room was a bedside table with a desktop lamp.

After a moment, Hongjoong gathered the strength to push himself up in the small bed. Once up, he noticed a slight tug on his arm. He looked down to see an IV line connected to one of his hands. He turned it this way and that in confusion before glancing at the rest of his body. Someone had changed him into a plain white gown that nearly blended him in to the rest of his surroundings. For all intents and purposes, it looked like he was in a hospital room. A very barren and cold looking hospital room.

A feeling of panic seized his chest as the unfamiliarity of the situation sunk in. Where was he? How did he get here? Hongjoong sat and wracked his brain trying to recollect anything from before. As if trying to tell him something, the back of Hongjoong's head throbbed and suddenly the moments before he blacked out came crashing back.

Feeling the panic increase, the man quickly ripped out the IV from his hand with a slight hiss. He ignored the pain, however, and threw the sheets off the bed and hopped out. As soon as his bare feet touched the cold tile he turned his body in a circle. This wasn't like any other hospital room he had been in before. Hospitals were typically decorated pretty spartan but this was on a whole other level. There were no machines, visiting chairs, or nurses call buttons. In fact, he couldn't even see a visible door.

An alarm seemed to go off in the back of his head and an unsettling feeling in the pit of his gut grew. Something wasn't right here. He wasn't being treated for a simple knock on the back of the head.

Riding on instinct, he sprinted towards a wall and placed his hands on it trying to feel around for what might be a door. After walking around the room for a few minutes his fingers brushed a crease. He dug his fingernails into it and tugged, hoping it would open. When nothing happened he took a step back to reevaluate. Now that he knew what he was looking for, the man could see a barely visible outline that almost perfectly blended with the white of the walls.

Not seeing any doorknobs or buttons, Hongjoong laid his hands on it and quickly felt around looking for any nook or cranny that he could exploit. Finding none, he pounded his fists on the door in frustration. He could feel his pulse and breath both quicken as the fear settled in as well. He had never been claustrophobic before but the bleak white of his surroundings and the sudden realization that he didn't know how to leave settled in and the walls felt a lot closer than before. He had to get out. What kind of hospital trapped their patients like a ship in a bottle? Who knew what plans the person who trapped him had.

His only hope of getting out of this strange place and opening the door was when someone from the other side opened it, but there was no telling when the next time someone would be in to check on him and there was no button to call someone to the room. Darting his eyes around in panic he looked for anything that could be useful. His eyes landed on the bedside lamp. Not able to think of any better options, he unplugged it. Not even knowing if this would work, Hongjoong sat the lamp aside and grabbed the IV bag containing what he hopped was water to keep him hydrated and pulled out the line connecting it to the needle. Once a bigger hole was open, he began spraying the contents directly into the electrical outlet the lamp was once plugged into.

Risking an electrical fire with no way to predict if help would come, he watched as the outlet began to spark. He didn't let that distract him, however, and continued his onslaught until the bag was completely empty. The sparks grew stronger as the liquid seeped deeper into the socket and the lights began to flicker before going out completely. Not wasting any time, Hongjoong fumbled his way through the dark until he had a hold of the lamp once more and took a position by where he hoped the door was.

Faintly, he started to hear noises from outside before the sounds of what he assumed was a passcode being typed in. Light from what must have been the emergency lights began to creep in from outside as someone manually slid open the door. Slowly, a silhouette of someone could be made out. Knowing he only had one shot, Hongjoong swung the lamp as hard as he could on the head of the person entering.

The lamp connected with a thud and the man flinched at the sound of it but didn't have any time to think of it. The doctor, or what he assumed was a doctor, fell to the ground with a heavy thump and Hongjoong had to hop over him just to make it out into the hallway. He didn't waste any time to think as he took off running in any direction. The hallways were dark from the blown fuse except for a few safety lights ever few meters. The area was silent except for the rapid slapping of skin on tile as the shorter man worked his legs.

Coming up to a dead end, Hongjoong skidded as he tried to change directions but was met with something solid. There was a moment of pause before the man realized he had run into another person, a guard or possibly an orderly. The guard seemed surprised for a moment before he registered what was happening and let out a loud shout.

Hongjoong didn't let him take the time and ducked out from under the other's arms as he tried to grab for him. The smaller darted around and ran what felt like twice as fast as before. He didn't even turn around as an alarm began sounding throughout the building, alerting others to his attempted escape. Alarm lights flashed creating a white and red light show.

Coming up on another dead end, Hongjoong turned and entered a fully lit hallway. He must have reached an area that ran on a different fuse or power circuit. It was a risk entering a completely illuminated hallway but he was hoping it was a sign that he was reaching somewhere. Thankfully, the hallway was still open but the shorter man spotted a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. Not thinking, he grabbed it and carried it with him. He didn't know if it would even come in handy but it was better than nothing. From the looks of the last guy he ran into, Hongjoong wouldn't stand a chance if it came to pure muscle.

His opportunity to use his makeshift weapon came a little sooner than he had anticipated for as soon as he entered another hallway, three gruff looking orderlies ran around the corner and met him halfway. "There he is! Don't let the test subject escape!"

Panicking, Hongjoong pulled the pin on the fire extinguisher and aimed the hose. Squeezing the lever, he showered the men in foam. They yelped in alarm at the chemicals being sprayed in their eyes. The three threw an arm over their faces to protect themselves but some damage had already been done. Once the canister was empty, Hongjoong turned and back tracked down the hallway before turning down an opposite corridor. From behind, he could hear the guards try to pursue but were slipping on the residual foam and crashing to the ground.

Spotting an open room ahead, Hongjoong took a chance and dipped inside. The room was set up like a typical infirmary with a chair and medicine cabinet. Two beds occupied the space with privacy curtains around them. Hearing voices from outside, Hongjoong dropped to the floor and hid underneath the bed skirts of the bed while clutching the fire extinguisher to his chest. From this position he could hear the clicking of foot steps as shadows passed. He held his breath as he could see the soul of a shoe come nearer to the bed he was hiding under. After a full minute of tense silence, the footsteps began to fade and he let out a breath of relief.

Preparing to crawl out from his hiding position, Hongjoong caught sight of a medium sized vent beside the bed's leg. Once out from underneath the bed, he crouched down beside it and eyed the size. For once he was grateful for his smaller stature as he stood and hefted his makeshift weapon back to get some leverage. With as much strength as he could muster, he rammed the end of the fire extinguisher into the middle of the metal grate protecting the vent. The sound was loud and Hongjoong winced while hoping it didn't alert anyone nearby.

The grate caved towards the middle and the screws holding it in place loosened from the wall but it wasn't enough to knock it fully loose. Rearing the extinguisher back once more he tried to aim for the exact same spot. The grate rattled and the screws shook even further lose but did not budge. Frustrated, he let out a growl as he reared his arms all the way back above his head and chucked the extinguisher at the offending metal. The force of his throw must have been enough the third time for the center completely caved and the screws ripped out of the walls.

Hongjoong made a small cheer as he crouched by the grate and pulled it away from the hole. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself before crawling his way in. On his stomach, he made his way through the dusty shaft. If he wasn't in such a serious situation the man would laugh at how me just look right now. It reminded him of a scene from a terrible B rated movie he once watched with Mingi. Thinking of his tall friend reminded him that he had no idea how long he had been sleeping. It could have been a few hours or possible longer. He wondered if he was looking for him.

Hongjoong crawled in the vent for what felt like ages turning this way and that. He knew that he had at least gone in a circle a few times from the disturbed dust pattern that were a result of his crawling. Finally he could see a light at the end of the tunnel, quite literally. Before him was a dead end where light streamed in from what the man hoped was outside. Crawling closer, Hongjoong leaned up as much as he could to beat on the vent, cursing not being able to bring the extinguisher with him.

After a few hits, Hongjoong winced as he could feel the metal cut into his skin. He didn't let the pain stop him, however, as the covering was beginning to slowly loosen up. Several more hits later the vent clattered to the ground, allowing him to crawl out. Hongjoong sent a silent thank you to the weather for rusting the screws. Who knows how long he would be betting on that metal without it.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, the man was off in whatever direction. He exited through an alley and turned down a random street. After a few blocks, he began to recognize the area but didn't slow down in his pace. The streets began to get more crowded as he got closer to a larger district and people jumped back with cries of alarm to avoid colliding with the sprinting man. He could feel the strange looks on him but paid it no mind. His only focus was getting the hell away.

From behind, he was starting to hear shouting and Hongjoong turned his head over his shoulder to try and spy what it was. Barreling through the crowd, he recognized the hospital uniform on three men who were pursuing him. While looking behind him, he felt his body ram into something solid. Looking up, he met the eyes of a bright, blonde haired man. Hongjoong was about to apologize to him but the words died on his tongue as he could hear the hospital staff behind him getting closer.

Darting around the other stunned man, he made his way down a side alley way. After a few more minutes of running, his background grew silent. Hongjoong braced a look behind him and noticed that no one was following him anymore. Seeing an opportunity, he slowed to a stop and leaned against the dirty alley wall to nurse the stitch that had developed in his side. He leaned his head back with a thud as he tried to increase his air intake. He could feel the bottom of his bare feet had cracked open with cuts from the rough and dirty ground.

Once he had caught some of his breath he decided not to stay in one place for long but he desperately needed to change. Nothing stood out as strange more than a sweat drenched man in a hospital gown. Slowly, he peeled himself from the wall and headed towards the direction he hoped was his apartment. The short haired man winced as he walked, the pain finally catching up to him as the adrenaline started to seep out of his body.

It took about another two hours of darting into side alley ways to avoid masses of people before he finally stepped in front of his apartment door. Typing in the passcode he stepped inside his darkened home and felt a sense of relief wash over him. Suppressing the urge to collapse in his bed, Hongjoong hobbled his way into his small bathroom to treat his wounds.

Walking inside, he turned on the lights. They flickered for a moment as they adjusted and the man made to reach underneath the sink for his first aid kit when something in the mirror caught his attention. Looking up he jumped back at the sight that greeted him.

Staring back was someone that looked like he had the same face but instead of the sandy blonde mullet he was used to, it was now a bright strawberry red and had been cut shorter. His left eye appeared perfectly fine but the white of his right eye had turned a dark black with small red veins extended from the bottom lash line. The most disturbing part was his usually chocolate colored iris was now a blood red.

Letting out a startled shriek Hongjoong hopped back from his reflection and hit the wall behind him. His chest rose and fell heavily as his breathing picked up. He reached up and touched his hands to his face and felt around. It still felt like his face but the person staring back at him was a stranger. He slid down the wall and sat in shock with his hand over his face. What did they do to him in that hell hospital? It almost looked like the eye of a....

He hoped to his feet and stepped back towards his sink and leaned closer as if preparing to place his face against the glass. Nothing else seemed to be different on his face. Like lightning he tore off the gown covering his body to examine if there was any further changes. Hongjoong ran a hand over his abdomen and turned to try and examine his back in the mirror. Everything still appeared the same but something just...felt different.

Not wanting to look any more, he quickly turned on the water and stepped inside without even waiting for it to warm up. He winced as the chilled water hit his sore body. He blindly reached for a bottle and violently scrubbed at his face. He half expected to wake up and this whole experience to be a horrendously awful dream. The bite of cold water, however, ensured that he was still awake.

What should he do? Why did they target him? Who were they? What was going to happen now? Could whatever was done to him be reversed? He wasn't even sure what had happened to him exactly. Rapid fire thought questions kept coming to his mind as he spent longer than necessary in the shower just letting the chilled water wash down his back.

Once he had finally decided he should move and he had successfully washed off all the sweat and grime, Hongjoong reached to turn off the water before stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. He reached back under his sink for a first aid kit when he noticed that the small gashes on his hands from beating on the grate were completely gone. Dropping the kit, he let it clatter to the floor. The box looked like it had exploded as basic medical supplies scattered all over the ground. Ignoring the mess he sat on the toilet to look at the bottom of his feet. Instead of seeing the gashes that he expected, the pads of his feet were completely smooth. Did he imagine the injuries?

Shaking his head he decided not to think about it for the moment. The events of the day were catching up to him and he was suddenly exhausted. He knew that he should head for the police station, a doctor, or something but he just couldn't bring himself to move his body. Plus, there was still the chance of running into those men on the street again. He made his way into his room and threw on the first set of clothes he found before he flopped on his bed. He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.