"He was dead," Bohai spoke up that night as Seiji sat down on his bed, holding tightly onto Shaoqing's hand. Yongliang had bandaged him up and gave him medication every hour, but Shaoqing still hasn't come to.
"Huh?" Seiji asked, looking up at Bohai.
"He was dead. He wasn't breathing. Qingshan couldn't get a reading off him," Bohai said, nodding towards Shaoqing. "You saved him. Maybe he had a small sliver of life left. But you helped him."
"I brought him back to life?" Seiji asked, causing Bohai to nod his head.
"The medics were doing everything they could to help him, but nothing was sticking," Bohai said. "Whatever you did when you were holding him, you helped him."
"I–"
"Love is a powerful thing," Bohai said with a small smile. Seiji nodded his head a couple times, looking down at Shaoqing with tears in his eyes.
"I hope he wakes soon," Seiji whispered, squeezing Shaoqing's hand. "I can't believe Sora got to him… I am so mad."
