Unnatural Disaster || JJK ✔️

Chapter 52 : Midnight [Edited]

JUNGKOOK

Silently did I watch as they put the rice tube on an unconscious Y/N, who laid there on the white sheets with her eyes gently closed. Her long black hair was separated in two braids that remained on either side of her chest that was rising and falling to a rhythm but a fairly weak one and her body remained motionless with her skin seeming awfully pale under the bright white lights. Her lips were turned into a faint shade of purple from all the lack of moisture and all over she looked so fragile that even a firm touch might sever her. It hurt so bad to see her like that.

The two nurses, now being done with all the catheters and needles, walked out of the ICU and strode away through the corridor but not before sparing us a sympathetic smile which sadly we were too distracted to return.

Y/N's operation, though being a success, didn't leave us with an outcome we'd fancy for even if she was hauled away from any critical jeopardy as such, she still failed to show any signs of waking up and it had been twelve hours already.

The mundane beep of her heart monitor filled up the otherwise noiseless room. The lines on the screen were stable as of a customary heartbeat, yet her eyes remained closed, face remained tranquil and her body, static.

The doctors said that she's tired and is just resting for the time being but I couldn't seem to make my paranoid heart understand the same. No matter what I thought or did, it kept hammering wretchedly against my ribs, as if wailing for its probable loss. There was a prominent dent being fabricated on my soul inch by inch, one that I knew could only be cured with a warm touch from Y/N. In fact, a small smile from her seemed to have sufficed and even with all the stresses looming right above, the thought still amused me time and again. It made me wonder how freaking much had I started loving that girl in such a short period of our encounter. And that is what was making this so very difficult for me.

However, I wasn't the only one having a hard time keeping up. Eleven hours ago did the lights of the OT go off and Yoongi had been silent ever since, not a word rolled down his tongue, not even a mere sound. And it had been eleven hours since he also stopped crying, honestly, we all did. It was as if our tears too got tired from carrying all the augmented anxiety. I couldn't cry even if I wanted to. And that was when the remorse truly began to seep in.

What if I stuck to the plan?

What if I didn't take matters in my own hands?

What if...

"The surgery was successful, but I'm afraid that miss Y/N still has some pretty serious internal damages. The bullet had managed to get very close to her heart and had affected her right lung pretty badly. That's why her body is taking time to respond to our treatments. I am sorry to say this but she's currently in a comatose. We don't know how long it will take for her lungs to recover so that she can come back but we hope it'll be soon..."

The doctors words played in my head on repeat like a broken stereo and every time it resumed itself, I felt a sliver of my hope withering away. The cold night had long befell but right now, my barren soul felt much colder, much darker.

How long can I keep up if my heart denies to come to my aid in this agonizing quest?