Friendships Desires and Secrets

Amigdala pt2

Amy and Jungkook were the first ones to the hospital room door. Hobi was next with Yoongi bringing up the rear. He didn't go into her room but hung back, looking at the toes of his worn Nikes. He began to worry at his bottom lip and listened to the doctor.
"We've had to sedate her for her own safety, but that's not why I gathered you. Does she have a DNR that you are aware of?"
"A what?" Jungkook asked the older physician.
"An order to not perform recessitation." It was Yoongi that answered, his voice on edge. "They want to know because she's dying." He finally lifted his gaze. His eyes were red from crying, and he looked ten years older. "I honestly don't know."
The doctor nodded solemnly. "She's had an aneurysm. It was pressing on the emotion center of her brain, which is why her behavior was so erratic. She is stable for now, but she isn't stable enough for surgery. We have options. We can wait and see if she improves under sedation enough to elect to do the surgery to repair the vessel, we can attempt to insert a blocker that will target the bleed which is a temporary fix or we can drain the pressure using a craniectomy and see if it fixes itself. It's the brain, so keep in mind that we may try all of these things, and there may still be no change, permanent damage, or it could kill her."
"And the baby!" Amy quipped in an irritated tone.
"She's still in her first trimester." The doctor said, as if that changed something. "The stress her body is going through now could terminate it."
Every open eye in the room was on Yoongi, who was nodding slowly, thinking about all the risks. Digesting all the doctor had disclosed. A tear slid down his cheek, and he sniffed. Amy took Jungkook by the hand and left the room.
Yoongi watched them leave with a sigh.
"Can we have a minute, please, doctor?" Hoseok asked softly, and the white-haired man nodded and departed as well. Hoseok shut the door and wrapped his friend up in his arms. Yoongi's whole body erupted into shaking sobs.
"I don't know what to do!" Yoongi cried brokenly.
"Then let the doctors help you choose. It may all work out hyung."
Yoongi nodded and collected himself. Hobi stepped out into the hallway and let the nurse know that the doctor could come back in when he was ready. She reached out to the intercom and paged the doctor to return to that particular nurse in station at his discretion. He was back within a few moments, and Yoongi wasted no time mincing words.
"Do what you can for her doctor. Whatever you think is best, just do it." Yoongi turned and darted out of the room, running down the hall and not slowing down at the double doors. The massive glass doors of the main entry had barely had time to pull back, and he turned sideways through them without slowing.
Yoongi ran.
His mind ran with the thoughts of losing Tara and his child. His emotions ran rampant with all the what-ifs. His body ran away from all the pain that gave chase. Loosing her would hurt, but the way she screamed at him had scorched him like a forest fire scars the earth. She wasn't in her right mind. He kept telling himself that. He couldn't, however, erase the rage in her eyes from his heart. It hit him like that car that destroyed his shoulder. Sometimes, he still saw the wheels of that car screeching to a halt inches from his skull.
He ran on. His legs ached. His lungs burned in the cool, dry air. His eyes blurred over and over as he blinked against the wind. He felt a scream bubble up in his chest. It heaved within, fighting with the lack of oxygen reaching his overexerted muscles. It finally caught him.
Yoongi roared brokenly. A mix of pain and sadness tore past his vocal cords and wrenched his body in half. There was nothing else left in him. He kiltered forward and hit the pathway, which was thankfully under construction, and was covered in a thick burlap instead of concrete.
His eyes were about to flicker closed when he heard a soft lilting voice above him.
"Hyung?"
Yoongi tilted his head to see Jimin gazing down at him with a sweet, concerned smile.
"I-" Yoongi choked out.
"Shhhh. We'll get you home." Jimin extended his hands, and Yoongi clasped them in his. Jimins hands were warm and soft, but strong as they gripped his and pulled him to his feet. Yoongi hadn't realized how chilled through he was until Jin wrapped a coat over his shoulders.
"How?"
"We'll explain on the way." Tae said, motioning towards his black Expedition. Jimin opened the door, and a rush of warm air enveloped him invitingly. A pretty blonde was sitting in the front passenger seat, and she smiled at him sympathetically. "Hey, doll." She said in drawled English. "Do ya wanna go home or back to the hospital?"
"I think he needs sleep." Jimin fussed in Korean, brushing Yoongis long hair back and tucked it behind his ear. Yoongi blinked, bleary-eyed, and nodded.

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Yoongi dozed, his head rocking gently on Jimin's shoulder. He was dreaming. He could feel his motorbike rumbling softly under his straddled. He could hear the click of the latch on the helmet strap as he slid the familiar buckle together. He blinked at the midday sun that reflected heat off the blacktop. He turned slowly to check his load straps. He turned the key off and looked at the alley. It was narrow and dirty. The trash from the day before is still piled in front of the shops. He could smell the dirty water in the drains, like raw sewage. He could smell the trash, rotten fish, and spoiled kimchi.
Yoongi turned the bike back on and hit the accelerator.
Suddenly a car.
Instantly weightlessness.
Pain in his shoulder, his arm, his neck.
OH God! The tire is going to crush my head!
Yoongi snapped awake, panting heavily and attempting to scramble back away from the car in his dream. The screeching tires still echoed in his ears, and a sheen of sweat had broken out on his face.
Jimin patted Yoongis back and soothed him. The guys had seen this before and knew what they were for. They all exited the vehicle and went up to Yoongi's large apartment. Once inside, Min Yoongi went straight for the whiskey.