Waking up with a start, Marie heaves a big breathe in and sits up fast. The room around her, sterile, white and— is she seeing doubles?
Once the room stops moving and merges into one, she takes it all in, she's in the hospital. Her bag is in the corner, neatly folded next to it were the clothes she thought she was wearing.
The clock says it's two a.m., well past the due date for their project and her classmate was passed out in the chair next to her bed.
"Yoongi—" it was a faint call, her throat was dry she couldn't talk any louder. A quiet sob, ripped through her shoulders, "Yoongi— wake up, please."
The brown haired man wakes up in a similar fashion to her, fast and panicked. When he meets Marie's tear soaked eyes, he immediately goes into comfort mode.
"Shh, shh," He didn't ask when he climbed into the hospital bed with her hugging her to him, hiding her face in his neck.
When the sobbing ceases, Marie is asleep again, with no memory of the days events.
