"Namaste Mr. Mafia!" - Kim Namjoon ff

Chapter - 15 I'll never give up on you, Y/n

The doctor's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the devastating news. The room fell silent, the collective breath of everyone present catching in their throats. 

In a sterile, white hospital room, the tension hung thick in the air like a storm brewing on the horizon. Machines beeped rhythmically, monitoring vital signs, while the scent of antiseptic lingered, attempting to mask the underlying anxiety that permeated the atmosphere.

As the doctor delivered the devastating news, Namjoon, her significant other, crumbled to his knees, his face contorted in a mixture of disbelief and grief. His world shattered into a million pieces as he realized the magnitude of the accident's consequences. Taehyung and Jimin, their faces etched with concern, rushed to his side, offering their support and attempting to hold him together amidst the torrent of emotions threatening to engulf him.

Saira, wept uncontrollably in her mother's embrace, her tears a testament to the shared pain that gripped their family. She was blaming herself for her sister's condition. A/n, seeking solace, clung tightly to her father, finding refuge in his comforting presence. Snigdha, found her sanctuary in the strong arms of Jungkook, her tears mingling with his as they both grappled with the harsh reality before them.

Namjoon, his voice a fragile whisper, finally managed to ask, "Is there... is there any chance of recovery? Anything we can do?"

The doctor's gaze softened with empathy as he replied, "We'll explore rehabilitation programs and therapies, but I must be honest. Y/N's paralysis seems to be extensive. It will require a lot of time and effort. Her mental and emotional state is crucial now. Support from her loved ones will be vital in her recovery process."

Amidst the collective sorrow, Namjoon, his voice choked with emotion, mustered the strength to inquire about seeing Yn. His desperation to be by her side, to offer whatever comfort he could, was palpable in the tremor of his words. The question hung in the air, laden with hope and fear, as everyone waited for the doctor's response, their hearts heavy with the weight of the situation.

The cabin remained wrapped in a heavy silence, the weight of the situation settling in like an impenetrable fog. Namjoon, his eyes red-rimmed from unshed tears, reached out to clasp Y/N's hand gently. His touch was tender, conveying his love and a promise to stand by her side, no matter what challenges lay ahead..........

She lay there, connected to various machines that monitored her every breath, her hands adorned with wires, and an oxygen mask covering her delicate features. The sight was both heartbreaking and surreal, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the abruptness with which it could be altered.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Namjoon broke down into sobs. His tears flowed freely, a river of grief and helplessness, as he approached Yn's bedside. He reached out, his trembling hand hovering in the air for a moment before gently touching her fingers, seeking any form of connection, however feeble, in this moment of despair.

His tears fell onto the sterile sheets below, each drop echoing the depth of his love and the pain he felt at seeing Yn in such a vulnerable state. In that moment, amidst the beeping of machines and the sterile scent of the hospital room, Namjoon clung to Yn's hand, whispering words of love and comfort, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. His cries filled the room, a raw expression of his anguish and a plea to the universe for some form of solace in this overwhelming darkness.

The next day, when Namjoon entered Yn's cabin, his heart heavy with the weight of the previous day's revelation. He began to speak, his voice filled with sincerity and love, but before he could fully express his feelings, Yn's voice, devoid of emotion, cut through the air.