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Zhan Yao was going to be fine.
He had a concussion, broken ribs, and a bruised spleen but the doctors insisted that, given time, Zhan Yao would be fine. Bai Yutang was luckier, having walked away from Lan Chenglin's beating with nothing more than some impressive bruising and some aches and pains.
Everyone tried to convince Bai Yutang to go home, telling him that there was no point in staying at the hospital since Zhan Yao wouldn't wake up for hours. To be fair, it wasn't the worst of ideas. Grabbing a shower sounded wonderful, it'd not only take care of his soreness but also clean off the dirt and grime that remained despite attempting to wash up using the restroom's sink. He'd even be able to take a quick nap.
But… every time he closed his eyes he heard those awful thuds and thumps of Lan Chenglin striking Zhan Yao and he couldn't help but see that last blow fall again and how Zhan Yao's legs had given way as a result of it, leaving him hanging there, swaying ever so slightly, limp and completely lifeless and how—even while he lured Lan Chenglin over, even after Lan Chenglin had been killed—he didn't know if Zhan Yao was merely unconscious or if he was dead. Obviously, now he knew, but he just couldn't seem to banish that horrible memory or how horribly helpless he'd felt then.
That was why he didn't leave and instead plunked himself down next to Zhan Yao's hospital bed. Zhan Yao was currently too pale and too still but he was alive and going to wake up and Bai Yutong needed to be there when that happened, knowing Zhan Yao was going to be fine and seeing it himself were two entirely different things.