Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ | "ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀᴅᴅ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ"
-You- As my eyes open, I wake up in bed, and it's funny because I can't remember going back into my apartment or lying down anywhere. I do remember falling asleep in Namjoon's car, (which how he was legally able to drive was beyond me) but after that...nothing. I look around as I shake my extreme grogginess off, and I don't understand where I am. It suddenly clicked that I couldn't remember going into my apartment because I wasn't actually in my apartment. I was someplace else entirely. Where the heck was I, and why couldn't I remember anything from last night? Was this my amnesia from my concussion messing with me again? I do remember Namjoon had said he was going to let me stay the day with him, so I must've passed out in the car. If so, did he bring me inside; or put me to bed?
Now that I think about it, it was suspicious how Namjoon had started driving last night when I hadn't given him any directions. I mean, that's weird, right? But he did tell me that it was just because he was taking me to his place... I do remember that I drank something before falling asleep, but I can't remember anything after that, because I woke up here just now. But I wasn't tired before then; I was wide awake. Hmm, it's just strange, that's all.
I dizzily pick myself up from the bed and start heading to open the bedroom door, my hand reaching down to twist the handle when I'm caught off guard by the handle twisting on its own as the door tugs open. I stumble back just a little surprised, but calm myself when I realize that it is just Namjoon. "Oh, sweetie, you're awake!" He gives me a bright smile as he shuts the bedroom door.
I return his smile. "Hey."
"I didn't know when you might wake up," he says now, "but I'm glad to see you up. How are you feeling? Did you sleep okay?" He chuckles. "You passed out on the car ride home, so I just let you sleep. Poor thing; you were exhausted."
"Yeah," I nod, "I just feel super groggy and dizzy for some reason, like my head is all foggy again! It's weird."
"I bet it's just from your concussion and from all of your physical activity lately," Namjoon deduces.
"Probably. Thanks for letting me stay over, I really appreciate it. I should probably call Jimin and let him know I'll be home later this afternoon," I then say, reaching for my purse that was on the nightstand a minute ago and had my phone in it, only to see it suddenly gone. I furrowed my brows. "Joonie, where did my purse go?" I ask. "I swear it was on the nightstand just a minute ago..."
Suddenly, Namjoon held up my phone, but he wasn't smiling anymore. "You mean this phone?"
I give him a strange and semi-uneasy glance. "Yeah, can I see it? I need to call my brother."
His gaze turns dark. "Mm, I'm afraid I can't let you do that, honey," he says ominously, massively confusing me.
"What? Namjoon, just give me my phone." He shakes his head, sticking my phone back into my brown-leather shoulder bag, backing away, and placing it outside the bedroom door before shutting it once more and locking it. Okay, now I was extremely confused. Was this some kind of sick joke? "Is this some kind of weird prank?" I question. "Why'd you lock the door?"
