You Were Mine

Absence

Fractures?

That's what Dr. Min left him with. The piano
Playing egotistical Doctor and his charades.

Jin found that the days that followed being under the dream scope were nauseating. Especially when his visits had been limited to just the staff and the estranged doctor himself.

Jin sat up, writing in his journal while waves of nausea coursed through him. From time to time he would glance at the door in hope that a familiar friendly face would appear.

If he was correct, today would be Wednesday. Which meant she worked tonight. It was a quarter past seven. Dr. Min had come and gone. Now Jin wrote in his journal everything he could remember from the scope.

Nothing that brought him closer to Y/N. But he found himself growing fond of a witty nurse.

Gracie appeared in the doorway holding a bag with a picture of a burger on it in one hand and in the other a milkshake. Her hair pulled up into pigtails that looked like pom poms.

Jin smiled as  a blush spread across her delicate face.

"Hi, Jin. How are you feeling?" She beamed, taking a seat in the chair next to his bed. Setting the bag and cup on his table.

"Nauseous..."

Gracie leaned forward, placing the palm of her hand on his forehead. Her hand was cool to the touch. It felt good against his skin. But as soon as it was there it was gone again. Jin frowned, staring down at the words on the pages.

"You are a bit warm. she observed, holding her hand to her chest, while moving to grab the thermometer hanging near the door.

"I probably just need to sleep."

Gracie turned her head to look at him. Something in her expression sent a tickle through his brain. Lightly he touched his temple.

Usually that meant a memory was trying to surface but something was blocking it.

A drawer slid shut, startling Jin out of his thoughts. Gracie now stood beside him with the thermometer in hand.

He opened his mouth allowing the cold metal to rest underneath his tongue waiting for the subtle beep.

Beep.

Gracie sucked in a breath, staring at the numbers.

"What's my damage?" Jin tried to joke. She pursed her lips, walking over to the cabinet above the sink.

"101.6..."

"I'm sure I just need to rest. I've been at this journal ever since I woke up from the dream scope."

"And I'm a monkey's uncle."

"But you're a—- oh." Jin grinned sheepishly. A moment later Gracie handed him a paper cup of water and two white pills.

"Take these."

"What are they?"

"They're to reduce your fever. Please Jin." Sue seemed to be pleading with him.

There it was again. The tickle feeling. Jin rolled his neck, squeezing his eyes shut just trying to get a glimpse. Why did it seem like his memories were locked away now.

"Jin?"

"I'm fine." He sighed, taking the pills from her small hands. His eyes must have played tricks on him or perhaps it was just pen markings. It looked like her hands were covered in specks or paint.

Jin blinked a few times, when he looked at her hands once more. The marks were gone.

What was that?

His eyes shot up to look at Gracie's face. Why does she not appear anywhere in his memories? Unless she's lying about her name.

People went by aliases all the time. But why would she do that? Why would someone he loved so much do that. She couldn't be Y/N...could she?

Jin stared at her until a blush spread across her cheeks once more.

"Uh, Jin... Are you okay?" Gracie regarded him carefully, while opening the bag containing a burger with loaded fries.

Loaded fries...

Jin rubbed his temples. The tickle in his head getting worse, almost annoying. He started to smack the sides of his head like someone who was having a manic episode.

"Jin!" Gracie shrieked, grabbing his hands to prevent him from hurting himself more. "Stop it! Please!"

"Make it stop!!" He shrieked. The sound Jin made after was guttural... almost inhuman. Gracie released his hands.

"Jin..." she whispered, fear racing through her veins. Ice cold resonating fright.

Jin's hands fell limply to his side, his pupils were dilated and his mouth had gone slack. He looked as if he had had some kind of an absence seizure.

"What did you do!" Dr. Min hissed, swinging the door the room wide.

"I—I didn't say anything. I swear!"

Dr. Min picked up the paper box of fries, flinging them across the room. The cheese splattered across the walls and paintings.

"Fractures!" He growled, taking out a light to look into Jin's vacant eyes.

"I-I'm so-sorry." Sniffled Gracie, inching her way toward the door to make her escape from the mad man.

Jin blinked several times to see an angry man who resembled a cat in place of the sweet girl that was there a moment before.

"Wh—where's Gracie?"

Dr. Min turned to look at the door.

"She had rounds to attend to."

Jin's face fell.

"How are you feeling?"

"Confused again. She was just here—" Jin looked around, panic rising in his chest. "Please tell me I'm not making her up! I swear she's real!"

Dr. Min grabbed Jin's shoulders, shaking him lightly.

"She's as real as you and I. Calm down."

Jin heaved a great sigh, rubbing his eyes to refocus on the man in front of him.

"Where'd she go?"

"Rounds. Jin, she went on her rounds." Dr. Min said in annoyance.