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❝In the next 24 hours, you'll die.❞
Once you're destined to die, how much ever you try to save yourself, you get...
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I'm failing to break out.
Taehyung wanted to surround himself with more people but, he was being nervous. Strangers were harmless for the most part, the only red flag was how he didn't want to be around people who get so drunk they pass out and eventually black out the nights they were lucky to be living. He did believe partying on the train was his kind of scene. It was just that the fear of disappointing others or making a fool of himself always won.
Taehyung sighed and trodded into the hospital. He walked up to the front desk, and a red-eyed clerk smiled at him but didn't actually ask how he could help him.
"Hi. I'd like to see Park Jimin 0 0 7 in Intensive Care." He pulled out his ID and slid it across the glass counter to Jay, as the name tag pinned to his sky-blue scrubs read.
"Visiting hours ended at nine, I'm afraid."
"I won't be long, I promise." I can't leave without saying goodbye.
"It's not happening tonight, kid," Jay said, the smile still there, except a little more unnerving. "Visiting hours resume at nine. Nine to nine. Catchy, right?"
"Okay," Taehyung said.
He pushed back from the counter having his head put down and a frown on his forehead. He knew he was late but, he badly wanted to see Jimin. "Sir, I'm actually leaving the town. Are you really not gonna let me see him?"
Jay didn't look as if he particularly appreciated being spoken to that way, and Taehyung was not a fan of it himself, but who knows where he would be without creating a lie. He actually knew where he'd be: outside that hospital, probably crying and holed up somewhere hoping he made it to nine. Hell, he'd probably still be at home playing video games or trying to talk himself into getting out of the apartment.
"Your friend is in a coma," Jay said, looking up from his computer.
"I know that." Seriously, if it was not his first week on the job, Jay had got to be on some forty-hour shift. "I still want to say goodbye."
Jay got his act together and stopped questioning him. Taehyung got his initial resistance, rules were rules, but he was happy when he didn't drag this out any longer by asking Taehyung for proof. He took photos of them, printed out visitor passes, and handed the passes.
He walked towards the elevator ignoring the dude.
"I wanna punch the smile off his face," Taehyung whispered.
He pressed the visitor pass across his shirt, making sure it stuck with a couple of pats.
"I have zero time for could've-would've-should've."
