Under The Moonlight

Part 5.

Jungkook's POV

Collapsing down on the couch, I let out a heavy, worn-out breath. It was a hectic day, to say the least. 

Jimin regained his consciousness early in the morning, and the first thing he said when he saw me was, "Who are you?" I freaked out, thinking that he had lost his memories, but thankfully, it was not that serious. Doctors said that he had Post Traumatic Amnesia because of his head injury, which, in simple words, is a temporary memory loss with a few other symptoms. 

Although it is not as serious as long-term memory loss, dealing with amnestic Jimin was more than what I thought it to be. To sum up the day, it was nerve-wracking, with Jennie and me trying to keep up with Jimin's condition. Taehyung had to go home because he was not feeling well.

Not to mention how wearying it was to convince the stubborn Taehyung to be apart from his injured soulmate for a  day. I don't even want to think about how he irritated the heck out of me, calling me every hour to make sure we were taking care of his friend.

The worst part is that I didn't get to make any proper conversation with Y/N. Jimin was having an anxiety attack when she called me, so I couldn't talk to her. What was even more awful was that I couldn't explain to her that my phone was on the verge of dying before the call got disconnected. Luck is certainly not in my favor today, is it?
Thankfully, Jennie let me borrow her charger when I dropped her home a few minutes ago.

The only good thing about today is that I am going to get a slightly comfortable sleep on the couch, unlike yesterday, because we had to shift Jimin to a cabin from the general ward. Now that he showed the symptoms of PTA, we tried our best to reduce the external stimulations. Meaning, we had to keep him in a place with less noise, fewer people, and dimmer light. 

I was extending my hand to get the water bottle from the bedside table when I noticed Jimin was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. He didn't show any movements, though. Not wanting to scare him by any sudden sound, I didn't move an inch from my place either, after retracting my extended hand to myself. We stayed like statues for a good five minutes until he began to look around and our eyes met. 

"Jungkookie?" My lips curved into a smile, and all my stress vanished with his one word.
"You remember me?" I excitedly said, earning a confused look from Jimin.
"Of course I remember you. What do you mean?" 

"Ahh....of course, you remember me." I awkwardly laughed, making an effort not to confuse him.
"Where are we?" He then asked, inspecting the place.
"At the hospital." I kept my reply short, as advised by the doctors. "Hmm." He hummed, still roaming his eyes all around the room.

I observed him, trying to figure out if him recognizing me was the recovery or just a little progress, but could not quite read his expression. After a moment of silence, he again looked at me and asked, "Where are we, Jungkookie?"
Oh, so that was just a little improvement. But I was happy nonetheless.
"We are at the hospital, Jimin-ah."

After letting my words sink into him, I inquired, "Do you want to eat something?"
He snapped his head towards me, "Huh?"

"Are you hungry?" I asked again. "No. But I want to drink water." I folded his bed, aiming to make him comfortable, and grabbed the bottle. He gulped the water and looked at me.
"Why are we here?"
"Because you are a little unwell." 
"Eh? But I should be at my university right now. We have an important presentation to be completed."

He yanked his blanket off and attempted to get down, showing the symptoms of PTA yet again.

"Jimin-ah, the presentation will be handled, alright? You need some rest right now." I calmly said to make him stay on the bed.
"Let's listen to some music?" I then immediately suggested, to get his mind off of university.