𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 |𝐊𝐓𝐇 〈𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰〉(On Hold)

THREE

Recap:

"What can I do to help?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung took a step closer to me, his eyes intense. "I need you to trust me," he said. "I can keep you and Yoongi safe, but you need to do exactly what I say."

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As my eyelids drooped like a pair of lead weights, I found myself surrounded by nothing but blank, white walls. The sterile scent of antiseptics and the scrape of a mop on the linoleum floor assaulted my senses, leaving me disoriented and confused. As I struggled to take in my surroundings, I noticed a peculiar contraption attached to my arm - a UV light, of all things!

Questions swirled in my mind like a vortex, What had happened to me? How did I end up here? But before I could make sense of any of it, a familiar voice broke through my haze. It was Yoongi, his deep timbre cutting through the sterile silence like a knife.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked, concern etched into his tone. It wasn't the voice of a doctor, -but him someone who cared.

Taking a deep breath, I composed myself and slowly sat down. I nodded my head gently to signal that I was alright, but my heart was racing with anxiety and confusion. Yoongi reached out and took my hand in his, his grip both comforting and reassuring.

As he spoke, signing the words I couldn't hear, my mind struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

"You've been unconscious for the past two days," he said, and my eyes widened in shock.

Two days? How could I have been out for so long? What had happened to me during that time? My thoughts were a jumbled mess as I tried to piece together the missing time. It was a surreal experience, and I knew that I had a long road ahead of me to uncover the truth.

With great effort, I managed to clear my parched throat and croak out a single word, "How?" My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for Yoongi's response, feeling like I was about to hear the worst news of my life.

To my shock, Yoongi took my hand even tighter and looked directly into my eyes before taking a deep breath.

"You were drowned in the bathtub,"he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

My mind reeled at the revelation - how could I have drowned in my own bathtub?

Yoongi continued, his words tumbling out in a rush,"I called to let you know I'd be working late, but when you didn't answer, I started to worry. I rushed over as soon as I could and found the door locked. I knew something was wrong and had to break in to find you."

As he spoke, a wave of gratitude washed over me. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if Yoongi hadn't come to check on me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I squeezed his hand tightly, feeling the weight of his care and concern for me.

"Shhh, don't cry," Yoongi whispered tenderly, his voice filled with a gentle warmth. "I don't want to see you like that."

As I look up at Yoongi, tears stream down my face, my cries growing louder. The weight of seeing him suffer, knowing I can't alleviate it, becomes unbearable. The frustration and exhaustion consume me, leaving me sobbing uncontrollably.

Yoongi understood your need to cry, and with a tender touch, he gently patted your back, offering solace and comfort. In that heartfelt moment, a nurse entered the room, witnessing the scene before her. She hesitated, not wanting to intrude on your emotions, yet kindly spoke, "You two, take your time. I'll come back later." However, Yoongi, emanating warmth and compassion, intervened, assuring her, "You can come in, no problem. We're good." As you wiped away your tears, a sense of tranquility settled within you, and you remained seated on the bed, finding solace in the serene atmosphere.

"Ah, Miss Aurelia, please don't sit like that. Please lie down on the bed," the nurse gently implores, her voice filled with genuine concern. She approaches you, attempting to guide you and lay you down on the bed. However, you insist, your voice barely above a whisper,

"I can sit."

You feel a tinge of annoyance as the nurse lays you down with a slightly excessive force, disrupting your desired position.

"I apologize if my actions caused any discomfort. It's just that your spine seem to be slightly injured, although I'm unsure of the exact cause. The doctor will provide more information and explanation soon,"

the nurse explains compassionately, noticing the disappointment reflected on your face when she laid you down with a bit more force than intended.

Yoongi's eyes widened in shock as he heard the nurse's explanation. "How is that possible? She was drowning in the bathtub! How could her spine get injured?" His voice rose with anger as he confronted the nurse, his eyes burning with intense frustration. You observed the fury in Yoongi's gaze, witnessing his profound anger at this revelation.

The nurse grew increasingly nervous, her voice trembling as she tried to continue, "Sir, please don't worry too much. I only have limited information. The doctor will ex-

"Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear about this. Where's the doctor?" Yoongi abruptly cut off the nurse's sentence, his words filled with raw anger and frustration, leaving no room for further discussion.

As I witnessed this unfamiliar side of Yoongi, my surprise mingled with concern. I struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before me, yet I mustered the courage to speak up. "Calm down, Yoongi. This is just a nurse. It's not her fault," I urged, my voice filled with genuine worry. With a concerned expression, I beckoned him to come closer, attempting to rise from the bed. However, the nurse insisted on keeping me lying down, preventing my movement. Meanwhile, Yoongi stormed out of the room, consumed by anger. Uncertainty hung heavy in the air, as I couldn't physically go after him due to my condition, leaving me anxious about what might transpire next.

With both hands outstretched, I pleaded desperately with the nurse to assist me in reaching Yoongi.

"Please, listen to me, Help me go to Yoongi He's furious and doesn't know how to handle the situation with the doctor,"

I implored, my voice filled with urgency. However, the nurse remained unyielding, unwilling to listen or offer any assistance, almost as if she had a personal motive behind her actions.

After a few minutes, the nurse also left the room with a worried face leaving me alone in a state of growing curiosity. With each passing moment, my concern heightened as Yoongi failed to return, and now the nurse had also disappeared. The silence enveloped the room, intensifying the sense of unease and uncertainty. I found myself yearning for answers, desperately wondering where both Yoongi and the nurse had gone and what events were unfolding outside the confines of the room.

Author's Note:
Dear readers, the unfolding events have left us all in a state of intrigue and uncertainty. The disappearance of both Yoongi and the nurse has left us pondering the possibilities that lie ahead. What could have transpired that prevented Yoongi from returning? And how did Aurelia's spine come to be injured in such a mysterious manner?

The answers to these questions will be revealed in due time. Join me for the next chapter updates, where we will delve deeper into the intricacies of this unfolding tale.

Until then, let your imagination wander, and your anticipation build. Stay with me, dear readers, as we navigate through the twists and turns of this captivating story.