"I'm okay." Jiho said as he opened the book on the page for Mozart and tried to read, tried not to focus on what they were doing to Tae. They gave him a shot? Oh no. Tae hated shots. Jiho looked down at the book and frowned at the words, he was too stressed and freaked out, the words all moved and blurred.

"I lied. It was my fault. I had to protect Tae. It doesn't hurt." Not unless he sat down. Or lay down. Or existed. "Hyung, I can't read the page."