Their Noona: EM

Chapter 31

It had been a few days since Yoongi found out I can remember our time together. However, there were times that I still forgot things randomly. I was walking through my apartment one day and felt dizzy. No one was home with me. My father and Uncle Bang were out to lunch, the guys were at the studio filming some BTS RUN episodes and my two bodyguards were at the company doing their yearly health checks.

I was walking out of the hallway and heading towards the kitchen when the wave of dizziness happened. I felt slightly nauseous and felt a cold sweat breakout across my body. Putting one hand to my head, I reached out with the other one in the attempt to stabilize myself on something.

However, my hand met empty space and my body started to follow it. As my body fell, I could see the dark spots in my vision and my eyes were closing when I felt a sharp pain on my side. I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but I felt a warmth holding my hands. My side was aching and I groaned slightly, trying to pry my eyes open.

“Shh, you are okay Emmie-ah,” I heard a gravely voice say. I managed to open my eyes to squint against the brightness of the room. Once again, I was in the hospital.

“I should get some loyalty points, or frequent flyer miles for this place,” I joked closing my eyes again. The sun had been shining through the window and falling across the hospital bed and my face.

“Shit baby, you scared the crap out of us,” Yoongi growled out as I opened my eyes again. This time, it was darker and I turned to see that Jin had close the curtains. I smiled a thanks and looked around the room. I saw BTS and Sejin, but that was all.

“Okay, I don’t quite remember what happened,” I admitted, biting my lip and furrowing my brow.

“Well, the doctor said that your blood sugar dropped and you passed out,” Yoongi said, squeezing my hands.

“Blood sugar? Why would that matter?” I asked, confused. They all exchanged looks before there was a knock on the door. In came a doctor and a nurse, the latter carrying a tablet with patient information.

“Ms. Jones, good to see you awake!” The doctor said as he approached the machines next to my bed and checking the IV.

“Uh, yeah,” I said shyly.

“Doctor, she doesn't remember why low blood sugar is a worry,” Yoongi informed him, worry in his voice. I looked at the doctor, tilting my head.

“Oh dear, it says in your charts you've had some memory issues due to your head trauma. Well, Ms. Jones, you have a diabetes,” the doctor told me bluntly. I looked over his shoulder for a moment processing the information. Then a flash of memory of when I first found out I had diabetes.

“Ah, I think I kind of remember that? I remember when I was first told I had it, but nothing else really,” I admitted. When I first started to admit things I did and didn't remember I felt embarrassed and guilty. But Doctor Gang had been working with me to get over those feelings. They are valid, but unnecessary, according to him and those who love me.

“Seeing as you are still regaining your memories and don't have all the necessary memory of your symptoms, I am going to have you use a CGM again.” I nodded at the instructions.

“Um, what's a CGM?”

Later that afternoon I was discharged. The doctor had prescribed me some pain medication to help with my rib pain. Apparently when I fainted and I clipped the side of a table. Nothing was broken, but I had bruised the rib when I had made contact. The doctor had also walked me through the steps of how the CGM (Continuous Glucose Monitor) worked and what I needed to do.

When we arrived home, I was met with a surprise. Well, two. Jihoo and HyunBin were sitting on the sofa in my living room with my father and Uncle Bang. BTS had insisted on coming home with me to hang out, instead of going home. Lately, the only time they would go home was to change their clothes and sometimes sleep. More often than not, though, they all slept in a spare room and in the living room on the sofas. I tried to get them to go and sleep in their own beds, but they said they lost so much time with me, that they wanted to stay.