Sugar Rush

61

Blood.

Pain.

Punches.

Glass shattering.

Gulf's eyes opened with a gasp and his blood pressure began to rise. The rapid beeping around him didn't help as well. His gaze was unstable and his breaths were broken.

"Gulf!" He heard someone cry his name, but couldn't see anything but blurry images running around.

"Call the doctor!"

Doctor? Where the hell was he? He tried to focus on his breath but it was hurting everywhere.

"Gulf. Focus on my voice." A man standing beside him said. "Follow my lead. Breath in." Gulf breathed in on the cue. Fuck, it hurts to even breathe! "Hold... Breath out."

After a few times of following the man's lead, he could finally focus on his surroundings. He was in a hospital, an oxygen mask covering his face, a few tubes and wires connected to him. The pale beige colour of the walls was comforting. Strange. He thought hospital walls were supposed to be only white. The sunlight coming from the window in the room was warm. It felt like calming sunlight in the middle of a snowstorm. When he looked around, He found people standing around, worry prominent on their faces. When he focused harder, he started recognising people around him. Mew, Seokjin, Namjoon, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and an unknown man, probably a doctor.

The doctor smiled a little at Gulf. "Can you speak?"

Can he speak? Well, let's try. "Ye-" Nope. His throat was too sore to speak. It felt like cracked land in a drought. He gulped a little, "Water." The man nodded and looked at another man standing beside him. The man, probably a nurse, took the oxygen mask out and immediately looked at the monitor. Of course, he can breathe, he wanted to scold the nurse, but stayed calm and patiently waited for the water to be delivered. After he drank the water, the nurse took the oxygen mask entirely. Good riddance, he thought.

The doctor came to him again, "Do you know your name?"

My name? He nodded, "Gulf Kanawut."

"Good." The doctor turned to the man beside, "Who is he?"

That was easy. "Mew Suppasit."

The doctor turned to the group standing beside him, "He is completely fine. After a thorough physical checkup, I will decide when he can be discharged." He turned to Gulf again, "For now, one week of complete bed rest and after that don't bend down or pick up heavy things. Your ribs need time to recover."

Gulf nodded. When the doctor and the nurse left the room, Mew sat beside and took his hands in his own, "How are you feeling?"

Gulf nodded with a little smile on his face, "Good. A little dizzy. But I feel fine."

Seokjin sighed, "You are really strong, kiddo." Gulf smiled a bit more but didn't answer.

"You scared the shit out of us." Jungkook chuckled. "Mew's condition was so bad that Namjoon hyung had to force him to shower."

Namjoon, who was standing there wearing a shirt and a tie, sighed, "I am not paid enough for this."

Right. Gulf remembered that Namjoon had been selected to intern under JM through the blind interview. They had celebrated at the bar where Jungkook works till everyone was pitch drunk. Yoongi laughed a little, "You are actually not paid for this at all."

Mew clicked his tongue, "Will you guys stop mocking me? I showered, didn't I?"

"After I threatened you to be thrown out of the hospital." Seokjin rolled his eyes.