Love Unknown

Part 36

Unknown POV

"Please let me in. I just want to see him," I heard a girl scream, though it was more of a whisper. Walking out of the emergency ward, I found the source of the crying. She was injured, but her wounds had been treated. However, her soul seemed empty, and her expression was somewhat pleading.

"Wait," I commanded the guards who were stopping the weak figure, and I looked at her stunned face. "Come here," I gestured for her to approach. She hobbled toward me, holding her injured leg.

"Are you okay, Ms? What can I do for you?" I asked, helping her stand upright. She looked at me with teary eyes, though there was a glimmer of hope in them. She clasped her hands together and squeezed them nervously. Looking around, she blinked three times before she began to speak.

"Can you please tell me where Jimin is? Please, I was with him. We went through the accident. Please tell me if he's okay," she begged, her dried tears evident from the paleness of her freezing body. I couldn't help but feel pity for her. Swallowing hard, I nodded.

She smiled faintly and immediately held my hands in a pleading gesture. "Can you please let me see him, just once?" Her hope flickered with each passing moment, though the pain was still clear in her expression. It wasn't the kind of crying you'd expect from a fan. This was something deeper.

It was the love of someone who cares with all their heart, and I could see it in her eyes. I nodded again, looking around as everyone went about their business. I discreetly led her to my office. She limped along beside me, her injured leg struggling to keep up.

Once inside, I closed the door behind us and gestured for her to sit. I stood in front of her. "What is your name, Ms.?" She looked up, surprised, still holding her hands tightly.

"Jeon Siya," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and longing.

"Okay, Ms. Jeon, but why do you want to see him? I know you're more than just a fan or someone who happened to be in the accident with him. Please, tell me who you are to him," I said gently, trying to coax the truth out of her.

I watched as her throat bobbed with a nervous swallow before she began.

"I'm... I'm Jimin's girlfriend," she admitted, barely above a whisper, smiling nervously. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but smile as well. I nodded, acknowledging her confession.

"Alright, I'll help you see him. But—"

"But what?" she interrupted, her eyes wide with worry.

"But he has a serious head injury. He lost a lot of blood," I explained. She stood abruptly, her eyes brimming with fresh tears.

"Calm down, Ms.Jeon. His life isn't in danger, but I can't say for sure about his memory," I added, watching as she froze in place, her tears falling silently. Her face crumpled in despair as she clutched her chest and sank back into the chair.

I approached her, unsure of how to offer comfort—as a doctor, as a friend of Jimin's, or simply as a compassionate human being. I was happy for Jimin, even in this tragic moment.

He had someone who truly loved him, someone who had stayed by his side through the worst of times.

"Ms.Jeon, you need to be strong. For him. Your presence might be the key to bringing him back. Let's try," I encouraged her, looking into her eyes.

"But we can't let the media or his company know that you're his girlfriend. It could cause him more problems. Have the other members of the group met you?" I asked.

She shook her head quickly. "No, I haven't met them."

"It's okay. I don't want to say anything without Jimin's consent," she murmured, her voice small, like a lost child. She wiped away her tears.

"Alright then, I'll get you some clothes. Change into them, and I'll take you to him," I said, fetching a set of nursing clothes for her to wear.

I knew what I was doing was risky—probably even illegal—but I had to do this for Jimin. He was in a critical condition, and this might be his last chance at recovery.

Siya POV

"Are you ready?" the doctor asked me. I nodded in response, peeking out of the door.We walked hesitantly toward the ICU where Jimin was lying. He looked so peaceful, like he was sleeping at home. I followed the doctor, who nodded politely to the people passing by. I didn't even know his name, but he was helping me. I knew he was taking a big risk, not only for me but for his friend's life.

He led the way boldly, while I kept my head down. Only my eyes peeked up to see him. Opening the door, the doctor looked around, then nodded for me to enter. I froze just in front of the door, my heart pounding in my chest. 

I had no courage to see Jimin like this, but I knew I had to. The doctor locked the door behind me, as he had promised.

Taking a deep breath and shaking off the tears, I finally looked up at Jimin. The room was filled with the sounds of machines beeping. I couldn't hear his heartbeat or his laughter—not even a smile on his face, which was covered by an oxygen mask. His orange hair was hidden under bandages.

His hands were pale, as was his entire body, and I could clearly see his veins. He was just lying there, so still. Grabbing a fistful of the clothes I wore, I reached out with my other hand and touched his head. He felt so cold, his body temperature alarmingly low. Tears dripped from my eyes onto his hand, which was connected to multiple wires. I tried to warm his hands by holding them tightly in mine.

"Ch-chimmy, why are you doing this to me? Why...?" My voice barely escaped my throat, a mere whisper that likely didn't reach his ears.

"Please, come back. I... I can't live without you, Chimmy, please."

---To be continued