Crimson Park

Chapter 29

Dark. Black. That was all you could see. Your body felt as if it wasn't there. You tried to wiggle your fingers, but they didn't feel right.

Open your eyes, you said to yourself. They felt heavy – as if they weighed ten pounds each, but you managed to flutter them open anyway.

White. Bright. Now that's all you saw. You stared ahead of you as your eyes tried to focus. Speckles began to sharpen. So did long rails of PVC in a rectangular pattern. You were looking up at a ceiling.

You couldn't quite remember what had happened, or where you were. But as you looked around your periphery, you took note of the beeping equipment at your side, and the stark white walls and concluded that you were in a hospital.

Hospital?

That's when the memories came back to you. You were in the warehouse. You escaped. You saw Jungkook. You saw a gun.

I was shot.

But you survived. Miraculously, despite the kidnapping, Minho and the bullet, you somehow made it through the day. Or days? How long had it been?

You looked down at your body which felt numb. You noticed your arm was casted. You moved it - but you couldn't feel it. You must've been given a hell of a dose of morphine. You looked down to your toes and wiggled them. They moved too. You were okay. What a relief. You lifted your head to look around the room, but it made you dizzy. But you noticed a figure in the room, and you were sure it was Jungkook. His back was turned to you – he was staring outside. You opened your mouth to call to him, but only croaked air came out.

Jungkook sighed, bringing his one hand off his hip to rub his forehead as he turned around to look at you.

"Y/N," he exclaimed, rushing to your side. "Can you hear me?"

You nodded the best you could.

"Thank fuck, you're awake," he turned and pressed a button on the machine next to you - presumably a call button for a nurse – then he sat down beside you, flopping himself over the rail. "They said you're going to be fine. Nothing important got hit. You were so fucking lucky." Despite the news, his voice was still laced with concern and worry. He sounded as if he could break down in tears at any moment. Fortunately, a nurse appeared in the doorway. "She's awake," Jungkook told her before she could step a foot inside. The nurse trotted over next to your bed and began to inspect you.

"Ms. Park, I'm nurse Leah. Do you know where you are?"

You opened your mouth to answer her, but again no sound came out. You coughed slightly then nodded.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked – or nearly shouted at – the nurse.

"It's just from the tube from surgery. She'll be a little sore for a few days. No need to worry though," she responded brightly. Surely, she's dealt with her share of hysteric friends and family.

"I'll go get the doctor," she smiled as she turned and exited the room.

Jungkook was right, you were fucking lucky. The phone you had stuffed into your bra took the brunt of the bullet, preventing it from piercing clean through your ribs and into your lungs.

The surgeon successfully cleaned out the shards of shattered bone, and after the doctor ordered some additional tests, she was overall optimistic that you were going to be "good as new" physically when the recovery was over.

"There's not much we can do to bind a broken rib," the doctor advised. "But since this goes a bit beyond that, you'll need to be extra cautious. Keep your bandages clean, don't do anything strenuous." You almost rolled your eyes, since strain was all you seemed to experience anymore.