BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2014

Chapter 45- Stitches

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September 17th, 2014:

I gingerly woke up and was immediately confused as to where I was. I sit up and I feel something on my finger. I look down and see a pulse oximeter on it. I look around and see a curtain around the bed I was on. I lie back down sighing. I was back in the hospital.

I could feel my head hurting and I knew I fell, but I couldn't remember the actual fall for the life of me. I wanted to know what had happened, or even just what time it was right now. I press the button on the side of the bed to call a nurse. A few minutes later, a short nice-looking nurse pushes my curtains aside.

"Y/N, glad to see your up," she says going to check the monitor standing next to my bed.

"What time is it?" I ask confused.

"It is," she says looking at her watch, "nearly 1am".

"How long was I out for?" I question.

"Let's see," she mutters going to look at the information at the end of my bed, "you came in at 2:30, and you were in and out, but was out for good at around 4:30..."

"When will I be able to leave?" I keep asking questions. We had the Incheon Hallyu Concert today, I couldn't miss it.

"The doctor will come to check up on you tomorrow morning to see how you're doing. You do have a concussion, so even if we let you leave, you will need rest. Especially with those stitches on your forehead, I wouldn't recommend doing any intense activity," she explains.

I sigh upset. Yujin was a real piece of work, she could have killed me, and all because she was jealous. The next time I saw her, I would give her a piece of my mind. I was done trying to be the bigger person and just ignoring her.

"Is the man that brought me here, still here?" I ask hesitantly. I wasn't sure Sejin would stay given it was late and maybe the hospital wouldn't let him.

"Um, I'm not sure," the nurse replies, "I started my shift after you came in, so I don't know who brought you here. But there is a woman that has been sleeping in the waiting room for some time now that still has an entertainment company lanyard around her neck".

I smile slightly, that was probably Yoona.

"Oh, okay, thanks," I answer nodding, "do you have my phone?"

"Oh, no," the nurse frowns, "you shouldn't use your phone or any technology until your concussion heals. Otherwise it will just be a much longer and painful process".

"But people have probably contacted me," I try to convince her, "and I said I would tell someone how I was doing. I'm sure she's very worried".

"Look, I'll go get your staff and she can answer the messages for you, okay?" the nurse smiles.

She puts back the papers into the bin at the foot of my bed and walks out. A few minutes later a worried-looking Yoona comes in.