Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

21

I feel the goosebumps consuming me from the inside. My skin is cold thanks to the sweat that covers my body. And my shirt sticking to me is the grossest feeling ever.

But nothing I care about more than breaking traffic laws to get to the hospital.

My boots squeaked with every step I took down the hallway. Walls decorated with all kinds of cartoony animals. The doctor is practically sprinting to keep up my pace with only the head of the staff behind me. "An X-ray revealed no injuries internally. The only damage she has are the scrapes and lesions of her skin." The doctor says in his best English.

"Thank goodness, where is she?" I replied slower than intended. I need to learn more English ASAP.

He lead me to her and the first thing I see, other than her flower decorated hospital gown, is the many cuts and scapes showering her pale skin. Covered in gauzes and butterfly stitches. It looks like she survived a street fight. She's awake, she is playing with a bunny rabbit plushy that is half her size. Only I approached her to the rainbow rainbow crib she currently rests in.

"Hi my sweetest."

"Appa," she reached her arms up.

I turned to the Doctor standing by the doorway, "Can I pick her up?"

"Very carefully."

Cautiously, I lift Eunha by her underarms and on to my chest. My palm on her back prevents me from touching anywhere else that might hurt. Her little fingers tugged on my ear monitors hanging around my neck. I left in such a hurry that I forgot to remove them.

I kiss her head softly, moving on to her shoulder, over her gauze. "Can I have a kiss?" Eunha nods, puckering her lips and landing a peck on my cheek, accidentally butting her forehead with mine. Right on a stitch.

She nearly cried but I rocked her gently, singing to her ear. It soothed her thankfully. I stood around near the crib after realizing she's hooked up to an intravenous drip. "What is this for?"

"For the pain, its going to make her a bit drowsy soon." The doctor responded. I waited for a few minutes, cradling her close. A nurse soon came in with a pair of socks and asked politely if she could slip them on Eunha's ice cold feet. After, she had already fallen asleep and I couldn't stop looking at her scraped face.

It had me tearing up.

I placed her on down then covered her with a blanket.

We met with a OR nurse above the pediatric floor which is where Jiwon is currently getting surgery for her arm. My heart pounded out of my chest, this is worse than I thought. The head of the crew sits beside me as the nurse explains the accident.

"According to witnesses, the woman and the child were at a ice cream parlor. The child walked on to the road to retrieve a beach ball as the woman paid for the cones. So when that happened she immediately jumped in front of the vehicle." I looked at the translator after the nurse spoke.

"Now, Jiwon took most of the damage because she shielded the child completely. There was no time to move. It broke her right Ulna and fractured her fourth rib. She is stable but will remain in the hospital until her breathing and scar tissue normalizes."

I nodded, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I can't decide if I should be angry or not. Jiwon could have been killed if the vehicle went just a bit faster than it was.

That's why I'm so protective of Eunha. I saw myself through your eyes, I won't let anything harm her on my watch...

I buried my face in my hands, sighing.

The head of staff went in there while I decided to watch from afar. Jiwon looks like she's been hit by a truck. Her arm is in a cast and there's a hundred cables and tubes attached to her chest. I waited a full hour to go in so I could be by myself.

Beeping of the machines were only thing breaking the silence. Once closer to her bedside, I realized her gown is open all the way to her navel where the blanket comes up. Her chest area is wrapped in surgical bandages. Kinda like Mulan after getting stabbed. I did not expect to see this much of her skin, seeing her sharp collarbone without her consent. It feels wrong, but at the same time I don't want to leave her side.

I trapped her cool hand with mine wanting to press it against against my cheek.

"Jiwon, I'm sorry."

My lips graze her hand before I leave a kiss.

A few hours later I was back in the children's floor. I watched the nurse rub ointment on Eunha's cuts and scrapes. In the end she shined with all the ointment she's covered in. Thank Gosh she's sedated because she'd shatter the windows with her screams alone.

The concert ended a while ago, and it was chaos after they knew what had really happened.

I'm in trouble for sure. The entire team wants to me to see them after Eunha is discharged. Though some of the crew called me down to the lobby because RM is going to give me my daughter's bag. Also some change of clothes for me.

As I walk through the doors to the outside I spot the black van. RM steps out with the bag and a bunch of balloons. "Awee you shouldn't have." I say.

He walked over, adjusting the bag to his wrist, but doing so made the balloon's string slip. He reached up to grab it, though it slid right through his grasp. The balloon's flew away into the sky. His arm remained stretched out in the air like Thor summoning a lightning strike. Behind RM I could see some of the staff completely losing it. He brought his hand down to cover his mouth then look at me, embarrassed.

I pinched the bridge of my nose trying my hardest not to cackle. Now he really shouldn't have.

"You know, its the thought that counts." I snorted.

He gave me the bag all red faced. "I'm gonna cry, those were for Toodles from each member. How is she?"

"She's better...you wouldn't want to see her tho." My voice trembled, "her body is covered is in scrapes."

RM pulls me by the back of my head into a hug. Hugs make me cry, especially if daddy Namjoon is the one initiating it. No words need to be said to make me feel better. "Where are the guys?"

"Back at the hotel. When do they release Eunha?"

"Tomorrow."

"Jiwon?"

"That's a longer stay. We won't be here when she walks out."

As much I want to I cannot. The tour continues and right now the agency will only pardon me a leave if I'm unable to continue for a personal valid issue, or an Issue with Eunha. I got called earlier than usual to go meet with the entire team to discuss plans for further concerts.

There are three months left of touring, and that includes appearances in shows and other activities. They made that clear.

I folded my arms in front of the team as they reviewed the accident. This is their definition of a punishment without calling it a punishment.

"We understand Eunha is an infant, a very smart one at that, however she is still too small to be in one place for too long." The head of the staff says.

"I contacted BigHit to discuss further actions to prohibit any misfortune. For the safety of our staff and our Idols, we've decided that Baek Eunha will not be permitted to attend the remainder of The Wings tour. Once we are set to travel to Asia in the next days we can get her home safely. Are you okay with that?"

I swallowed a painful gulp of spit. I nodded.

"I'm okay with that." I trembled needing to cry. But fuck no I ain't.

This ended up harsher than expected.