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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ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ | "ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ɢᴀᴍᴇ"
"Namjoon! Namjoon! NAMJOON!" I continued unknowingly screaming.
I was awoken from my nightmares when a loud banging came from my door, followed by a panting Namjoon in his pajamas. Exactly the person I didn't want to see right now. He rushed up to me, grabbing my arms and checking me over. I was still half asleep so I didn't understand what was going on.
"Are you hurt? What happened? Why were you screaming?"
"I'm not here right now," I mumble, afraid. "I don't want to talk to you, so please leave me be."
I hear him sigh. "Sweetheart, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."
"I said I don't want to talk to you," I mumble again. "What are you, deaf?" I mumble again.
"Hm, and why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Because I'm in blanket town," I say sillily as I hide underneath all of the blankets covering me on the bed, "so please leave me be."
"My sweetest one, are you going to come out of blanket town?" Namjoon asks. The little bundled mass shook as if to say no. "Ahh well, If you don't come out, I'm coming in." Says Namjoon, who crawls under the blankets on the bed. I rubbed my eyelids which were now damp from watering. He cupped my cheeks, making me look at him. "So, want to tell me why you were screaming for me in your sleep? It'll be okay. Tell me what happened?" He prods again. I was still shaking as I recalled that nightmare. It definitely made the situation I was in scarier than it was. "Is it perhaps, because you dreamt about me? We can recreate that dream of yours if you'd like."
Recreate my nightmare? He thinks my nightmare was a dream come true? Oh hell no.
"No you ass, I had a bad dream." I instantly snap back. I've been wanting nothing more than to snap at him and scream insults every time here and there about whatnot, but I didn't seem to have the courage to. Until now, I guess.
"Oh. Sweetheart, I'm sorry." He pulled me forward, shoving me into an awkward hug.
He was holding me tightly, rubbing circles on my back; his usual method of comfort as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
"How did you know to come in?" I asked. I do NOT remember randomly inviting him in at whatever time in the night it is.
He looked confused. "You called for me."
"What? No, I didn't." I insist. "I absolutely did not. If I haven't made it clear enough, I'm pretty hurt by you right now, and I don't really want to talk to you right now."
"Yes, you did. You were screaming for me, and I thought something had happened. So I rushed up here, and you were thrashing around on the bed screaming my name."
