His parents had arrived in no time and now he was settled in the passenger seat, eyeing his mom for some clue as to why she was so upset. Her forehead was creased in a frown and they seemed to be driving past their house instead of heading straight home.
"Where are we going?" He asked, he was biting the insides of his cheeks, felt the skin getting raw in his mouth.
"The hospital, we don't know how long you felt like you were Yoongi. You could already have the fever."
"What fever? It was a dream mom I feel fine." Hoseok was really confused, both of his parents seemed extremely worked up and he felt their anxiety rubbing off on him, coloring his mind a hazy blue atop of his own lavender.
He checked his phone. No new messages. Nothing from Yoongi.
"Mom I need to worry about Yoongi right now, he's still missing."
"Hwasa touched base with me. She and Moonbyul are reaching out to everyone he knows, we'll find him. But you have to go to the hospital now."
Their dad had beat them to the hospital and he was holding a clipboard at a check in desk, pen scratching furiously against the paper.
"They're here." Dad announced without looking up.
The attendant at the desk waved over a doctor and she told ushered Hoseok and his mom into a room that had apparently been prepared for him. "Have you touched him at all?"
"No, but I drove him here in his car."
"Mom?" His head hurt. He wanted Yoongi.
"We'll test you for traces of it to be sure, you can sit over there please. Hello Hoseok, I'm Dr Kim HaeSu, please change into these. You can leave your personal effects in the bathroom until we can decontaminate them."
"Decontaminate? I'm not doing anything unless somebody explains what's going on. Mom please?"
"Do what she says Hoseok, we can explain in a bit."
Dr. HaeSu put on a pair of gloves and lifted a mask over her mouth, putting a hand on his shoulder to direct him towards the bathroom. He felt his head throb and the ground fell away from him for a moment. He caught himself on the door and heard his mom shout, the chair scraping as she jumped up to reach him. The doctor was shouting at her to stay back, grabbing onto his arms and pulling his head back.
He was mumbling for them to be quiet. He could hear Yoongi. He wanted to talk to Yoongi.
YOU ARE READING
Color of My Pain
Teen FictionSore=Mauve Burn=Orange Ache=Murky Brown Sting=Red Stab=Maroon Hit=Black Cut=Silver Sick=Green Fear=White Worry=Lavender Anxiety=Blue Sadness=Malachite(light green) Scars=Golden
