Summary:
When Hoseok stepped into the room, he was met by his members, Dr. Talbot, and Mr. Bang. He made eye contact with Taehyung before quickly looking down. Though he wasn't mad, he didn't exactly want to be super close to the younger. He scanned the room.
Notes:
Hey guys I'm super sick, I have a high fever and I want death. I hope you guys like it! The next chapter is going to be the boy's privet conversations with Jimin!
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Chapter Text
When Hoseok stepped into the room, he was met by his members, Dr. Talbot, and Mr. Bang. He made eye contact with Taehyung before quickly looking down. Though he wasn't mad, he didn't exactly want to be super close to the younger. He scanned the room.
Jin sat on the couch with his arm around Jungkook, who looked completely out of it. Taehyung sat across from them on a chair, his arms crossed tightly against his chest. Yoongi sat on the chair next to the door, his arm around Namjoon, who sat next to him, squished into the corner. If it bothered him, he didn't show it. And finally, the doctor and Mr. Bang stood in the center of the room. Dr. Talbot motioned toward Hoseok, nonverbally asking him to sit.
"As you all by now know, I'm Jimin's doctor. I will be in charge of his care during his stay here. I'm sorry I had to leave so quickly earlier. Right now, Mr. Park is in a coma. Usua-"
"Excuse my rude tone," Hoseok interrupted, now wide awake, "but how the hell could Jimin be in a coma?" He was genuinely curious as to how Jimin swallowing some pills could have put him in a coma.
"Ah, I suppose I may not have been clear before, but I can give you a clear explanation now. After reviewing the security tapes and examining him, we've determined that Mr. Park took anywhere between eighteen and thirty common American sleeping pills called Eszopiclone. He also slit his left wrist."
The doctor scratched the back of his head. Hoseok decided that even though the doctor couldn't have been more than twenty-four, his eyes held wisdom beyond his own understanding.
"How the fuck did he get a hold of an American sleeping pill?" Yoongi spoke up this time. He stood leaned against the wall next to the door, arms tightly crossed over his chest.
"American sleeping pills are stronger. He must have received a prescription and had it shipped from America. I don't know how he would have gotten that, though; I spoke with his doctor and he was not the one to prescribe it." The air in the room tensed almost immediately. Dr. Talbot saw that as his opportunity to continue.
"Though these played a hand in putting Mr. Park into a coma, they are not the reason he is currently in a coma. After laying on the floor for several minutes, Mr. Park started to spasm, knocking a set of foldable chairs to the ground. The noise alerted the on-duty security guard, and her knocking apparently startled him. He tried to quickly stand up, but he… he, uh..."
The doctor looked uncomfortable as he continued. "It appears that he slipped in a puddle of his own blood and vomit. He fell to the ground, knocking his head against the floor, causing significant trauma. On top of the blood loss and the pills causing his body to shut down, his brain was unable to handle what would usually only be a mild concussion."
The doctor looked at the horrified and sad faces around the room, a knowing yet sorrowful look flickering in his green eyes as he ran a finger through his blonde hair before continuing.
"Jimin's intestines reacted in an abnormal way. His small intestine failed and his large intestine spasmed, causing it to get twisted around. He'll need surgery as soon as possible. We've contacted his parents, who are currently on a cruise and cannot come. We're unable to reach his brother. We don't want to overwhelm his body, so we've scheduled his surgery for tomorrow at noon."
The room stayed silent. The doctor speaks up one last time.
"You all can visit with him now, if you like. One at a time, per hospital rules. There's research that shows coma patients can hear you when you speak to them."
Mr. Bang speaks up. "You boys can visit him, but I want you all to go home afterwards. You need your rest. I'll send a van for you tomorrow to bring you back for Jimin's surgery."
Namjoon nods in agreement. "So who's going to go first?"
Notes:
I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE COMMENT, IT GIVES ME LIFE. Also i'm super lonely comments make my day.
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