His Alpha Surgeon| JIKOOK |

Part 18

The room was shrouded in a heavy silence, only broken by the rhythmic sound of Jungkook's gentle snores. As Jungkook slept, Jimin lay still, feigning sleep. His eyes were closed, but his mind was wide awake, absorbing every word, every sigh that escaped Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook's sleep was restless, haunted by the weight of his actions and the pain he had inflicted upon Jimin. His whispered confessions lingered in the air, reaching Jimin's ears like a haunting melody. However, Jimin remained steadfast in his silence, a shield against the turmoil of emotions threatening to surface.

The past echoed in the room — a time when their love existed in the intangible realm of late-night chats, the soft cadence of exchanged words creating an unbreakable bond. Yet, that ephemeral happiness shattered when Jimin thought about how his own sister betrayed him and that wretched day that he lost his beautiful sister. Jungkook played a huge role too, right? If only Jungkook loved his sister and not him, the fate would have been much simpler and his sister might have been with him now. Jimin couldn't help but think about everything.

The memory of that betrayal mingled with the trauma of that fateful night, an indelible mark on Jimin's soul. He had been violated by the one saying he loves him unconditionally, and now, a new life grew within him as a cruel reminder of that horrific event. The dream of becoming a doctor, a beacon of hope that had guided Jimin through countless hardships, now faced the shadow of uncertainty.

The weight of his decision pressed heavily on Jimin's chest. The child growing within him represented a future he wasn't prepared for, a dream deferred by the brutality of reality. The choice to bring a life into the world clashed with Jimin's aspirations, creating a tumultuous inner conflict.

But as Jungkook continued to sleep, oblivious to the storm within Jimin, the latter held onto his silence. Forgiveness seemed like an unattainable horizon at the moment, and forgetting was an option Jimin refused to entertain. His closed eyes shielded him not just from the dimly lit room but from the possibility of reconciliation.

Jimin stirred, feeling an unsettling unease that crept beneath his skin like a ghostly whisper. His sweatshirt clung to him as beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. The air felt thick, suffocating, as if an invisible force tightened its grip on his chest.

A sudden wave of nausea engulfed him, and Jimin's eyes widened with alarm. The room spun, and he staggered, clutching his stomach as a sharp pain intensified within him. Pyjama pants clung to his legs as he stumbled towards the bathroom, desperation etched across his face.

In the dim light of the bathroom, Jimin's face contorted with agony. He dropped to his knees as the merciless pain reached its zenith. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, mirroring the beads of condensation that clung to the bathroom tiles.

The retching sounds that followed were guttural, echoing the turmoil within Jimin's body. He clutched the rim of the toilet, his knuckles turning white as he expelled the contents of his stomach. The sharp tang of bile lingered in the air.

The commotion jolted Jungkook awake, his eyes flickering open to a scene of distress. Panic surged through him as he recognized the agony etched on Jimin's face. The alpha leaped from the bed, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Jimin! What's happening?" Jungkook's voice was frantic, his hands reaching out to steady Jimin as he continued to retch. The scent of sickness filled the air, and Jungkook's worry intensified.

Jimin, overwhelmed by pain, gestured weakly for Jungkook to leave. "Go, Jungkook-ssi. Just go," he managed to gasp between heaves, but Jungkook remained steadfast, refusing to abandon him.

"No, I won't leave you like this," Jungkook insisted, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and fear. He dampened a cloth with cold water and gently wiped Jimin's forehead, silently urging him to endure the ordeal.

The pain radiated through Jimin's body, each wave more intense than the last. He wriggled on the bathroom floor, sweat glistening on his pale skin. "Jungkook, please, just give me a moment," he pleaded, his voice strained.

Jungkook, undeterred, stayed by Jimin's side, offering silent support. "Tell me what's happening, Jimin. I need to know how to help you," he urged, his eyes reflecting a mixture of helplessness and determination. The dance of shadows played upon the walls mirrored the turmoil within Jungkook's chest. Helplessness gripped him, his hands trembled in an agonized symphony with Jimin's cries, and the room felt smaller, suffocating under the weight of their shared distress.

Jimin's cries reached a fevered pitch, the crescendo of pain threatening to shatter the very foundations of their shared reality. Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, and he struggled to reconcile the vibrant, laughing Jimin he knew with this broken, suffering figure before him.

As the echoes of Jimin's agony filled the room, Jungkook's hands shook, hovering uncertainly as if afraid to touch the source of the pain. He saw the wetness, the ominous stain that marred Jimin's lower garments, and a profound dread settled over Jungkook like a suffocating shroud. His mate was bleeding, and the realization paralyzed him.

"Jimin! Jimin, please," Jungkook pleaded, his voice a desperate refrain in the symphony of pain. He moved towards Jimin, hands outstretched as if to grasp hold of the intangible torment and banish it. Yet, the sight of blood seemed to bind him, anchoring him in a reality he was ill-prepared to face.

Before Jungkook could articulate the words of reassurance or inquiry that hovered on his trembling lips, he witnessed the gradual dimming of Jimin's consciousness. The transition from anguished screams to haunting stillness unfolded like a cruel tableau, and Jungkook's heart plummeted into an abyss of dread. He understood, with a sickening clarity, the gravity of the situation—the life slipping away from the one he cherished most.

In a swift, almost mechanical motion, Jungkook gathered Jimin into his arms, cradling him with a tenderness that belied the chaos in his mind. Panic surged through his veins as he snatched his keys, rushing towards the door with an urgency born of sheer desperation. The threshold of the unknown awaited, and Jungkook's world narrowed to the singular focus of preserving Jimin's fragile thread of existence.

"Jimin, keep your eyes open. Please, stay with me," Jungkook implored, his voice strained with both fear and determination. Each step towards the hospital felt like a marathon, the weight of Jimin's weakening body pressing on Jungkook's soul.

***********************************************************************************************

Sorry for not updating earlier. I have severe depression. So, yeah that's what happened.

Please shower me some motivation through votes and comments.

Thanks for your love!