The day before drafts for the mural have to be submitted and Jungkook called in sick.
Marie, the typically mom friend, went over last night and helped him take care of himself while they worked on the project together.
Marie is now, also, sick.
She woke up the following morning in Jungkook's bed, with a pounding headache and congestion. When she went to go check on her dongsaeng sleeping on the couch, he looked worse than her and was running a fever.
Not being able to rely on her senior, Yoongi, she took it upon her -sick- self to finish this project.
They decided on the theme of love, combining Yoongi's quote idea with the aesthetics Jungkook had mentioned. #SpreadTheLove was now trending on campus and the mural hasn't even been completed. All there was to finished was the doodles, the color scheme and their professors approval.
"Noona," Jungkook groans from his place on the couch, he just woke up and is feeling really dizzy. "I'm sorry for getting you sick."
"It's okay, Jungkookie, go back to sleep and I'll make you some soup in an hour." Marie reply's, brushing his hair out of his face.
"We have to tell hyung," He tries to sit up, but he's too weak to fight against Marie's hold, "He'd be so worried, and mad. Maybe I shouldn't tell him I got you sick."
Marie shushes him, "We don't have to tell him, I've got it handled. Once I make you soup, I'll go turn it in. Problem solved."
"But Yoongi-hyung—"
"Sleep Jungkook."
Jungkook was restless still, tossed a couple times before he huffed, "Yoongi-hyung warned me not to bother you, that I was going to get you sick and told me not to call you. I didn't listen but I should've, he was right, I'm sorry noona."
When he finally settled down and falls back asleep, Marie continues on with the project. Coloring done, doodles done, professors approval is the last thing.
Like she promised Jungkook, she gets up and makes him soup, leaves it on the table in a thermos to keep it hot, and goes to turn in the project draft.
Halfway through her walk she's cursing the Freshman dorms for being so far from the Fine Arts building. She passes the library, almost 3/4 of the way to her destination when she makes a discovery.
That's weird— Marie thought to herself, it's supposed to be warm outside —the sun was shining and it was mid-spring— but she was shivering in her thick sweatpants and long sleeve shirt. It felt like she was dumped in a pool of ice water, her eyes stinging and ears plugged with water.
Then it was her lungs, breathing was apparently no longer an option and it felt like they too were filling up with water, like she was drowning on land.
Finding the nearest bench, she blankly walks towards it, reaching out to sit on it but it seems like her depth perception is off and she misses the back of it by an inch or so.
"Marie!" It watered down, muffled but barely there.
Someone grabs her arms from behind, catching her. She turns, it's Yoongi, and he's talking to her. The space between his eyebrows pinched as realization fills his face, Marie can't hear him.
"I've been calling you." He still talks like she can hear him. She's pale as a sheet and her eyes unfocused, "Marie, look at me."
"Yoongi-ah, I don't feel good." She felt herself say. Not being able to keep her head up, she rests forward onto his shoulder.
Her head goes limp and Yoongi's heart drops, immediately thinking the worst, a fever can kill someone if it's high enough, right?
"No, no, no. Marie, hey, sweetheart, I know you don't feel good but keep you head up. I need you to look at me." He's in the middle of the quad, shaking an unconscious girl awake.
Where are those pesky nursing majors when you need them?
After a minute of trying to get her to wake up, he says screw it, and calls 9-1-1.
