The second night at the hotel had been worse than the previous one. Yesterday, Seokjin Hoseok and Yoongi had managed to sleep for a couple of hours because they had been too exhausted to worry over the members in the hospital, but last night was different. The three shared a room and when they had returned to the hotel, they first shared their stories of the visiting hours in the afternoon. Hoseok had first explained how Jimin was complaining about a headache, but at least he hadn't thrown up anymore. The dancer however was shocked to hear Seokjin's and Yoongi's part when they told him about the members in the ICU. He knew that they were hurting badly, but what scared Hoseok the most was Seokjin's comment that he didn't feel well when they left that day.
"We're probably worrying too much. We always do" Yoongi tried to lighten the mood when the three were trying to eat some breakfast. Their appetite was practically non-existent, but after Yoongi's fainting spell yesterday they knew they had to eat something. The last thing they wanted was for the injured members to worry about them if they passed out next to their hospital beds.
Seokjin just stared at Yoongi while sipping on his coffee. The oldest member especially looked awful. Dark circles were very prominent underneath his eyes and it looked like he had aged ten years in one single night. The two rappers had slept a little bit around 3am when exhaustion fully took over, but Seokjin couldn't close his eyes for too long. And when he did, he was soon woken up by nightmares about the youngsters.
"Hyung you should sleep between visiting hours. You look like death" Hoseok commented. The oldest one this time stared at Hoseok and sighed heavily as he placed his empty coffee cup on the table. "I promise you, I would sleep right now if I could, but I simply can't"
Yoongi and Hoseok looked sadly at their hyung and sighed as well. They knew how stubborn Seokjin could be, and how he felt responsible over all members of the group, and right now it showed how much these kinds of feelings could affect his own health.
"When is the van leaving?" Seokjin asked instead
"In 10 minutes"
"Okay let's go to the restroom before leaving" the oldest said and left the room without saying anything else.
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"Jiminie?" Hoseok whispered when he opened the door of the hospital room with utmost care. The room was dark, so the three visiting members knew enough that the oldest maknae was still suffering badly from his concussion. Lights, loud noises, it could hurt Jimin so easily, so they kept their voices low and made sure to close the door fast so no light from the hallway could cause any discomfort.
"Hyungs?" but to their surprise not one but two voices were heard.
"Tae?" Yoongi asked.
"Yeah I'm here" the boy answered and put the light on his bedside on. The light was small so it didn't hurt Jimin, but it was big enough for the three older members to see him.
"How are you feeling?" Seokjin asked when he came closer to his bed. He was glad to see that Taehyung was awake and talking, but looked as exhausted as yesterday.
"'M okay" Taehyung mumbled and leaned into Seokjin's touch when his hyung was petting his hair. The two looked at the other side of the room to see Yoongi and Hoseok checking on Jimin. The other 95-liner was awake as well, but seemed less alert and looked drowsily at the visitors next to his bed.
"Is your head hurting Jimin?" Yoongi asked while grabbing the uninjured small hand. Jimin hummed and clutched the hand closer to his chest. From the other side of the bed, Hoseok rubbed the boy's back and readjusted the strap of the sling. "How is your shoulder?"
But when Jimin hummed again, Yoongi and Hoseok looked sadly at each other. It appeared that once again they didn't get to talk to him, but then Jimin made another noise "Hyung?"

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