What happens when a villain falls in love with a hero? Seems like a complicated situation, right? Well, what if in this case there's two villains, and they're both in love with someone who's anything but a hero? Enter the morally complex anti-hero w...
"It's just a simple, closed fracture," the Doctor says, "you won't need surgery, but you'll need to be in a cast and sling for the next few weeks. I'll get it taken care of," he assures.
"Thank you, I appreciate it."
"Of course. Might I know what caused the broken arm? I hear all sorts of interesting stories as an ER doctor, so I always get curious."
Yoongi and I looked at each other. He bit his lip, and I subtly shook my head, as if to say, 'Don't you dare say a word.'
The Doctor chuckled. "It's okay, you don't have to say. It's Valentine's Day, I get it." He shrugged. "It's always the holidays that these things happen on."
"I fell off a ladder at school and landed on my arm," I confess, deciding to be fairly honest. "We went back to the chemistry labs where I work and I fell off of the ladder in the inventory closet."
"Ah, I see. Well, it's certainly not the worst story I've heard."
Yoongi laughed, and I smacked him with my non-broken arm. "Shut up!"
"Boyfriend?" The Doctor questioned, beginning to wrap up my left arm in the casting material, and I nodded.
"Yes, this one's mine," Yoongi joked, and I rolled my eyes.
"Aw, yes, I remember what it was like to be a young couple in love. This'll be a good story for your children," he comments, and when I tell you my cheeks turn red, it was an understatement. I thought I was going to die. But then again, nothing was as embarrassing as Jimin and Jungkook catching Yoongi and me wanting to have sex in his bedroom just "because."
"Believe me, it will," Yoongi replied, gripping my hand, and I couldn't decide if I felt like smiling, being embarrassed, or in pain from the fact that I just broke my arm with all of our reckless behavior. Maybe Jimin was right, maybe we were acting recklessly because realistically we knew it was all the fun we could have before Namjoon and Seokjin did who knows what to ruin it for us.
A white hot, sharp pain then shot through my arm again as the emergency room doctor bandaged it up in the thick, plaster cast, sharp and intense, and I cried out in agony. Tears sprang to my eyes as the pain intensified, making it difficult to breathe. "That arm's still bothering you, huh?"
I nodded, biting my lip to keep from crying out again. Though Yoongi had seen me at worse times, (and definitely at my worst), I was still rather embarrassed to be so emotional in front of him. Yoongi squeezed my hand, trying to keep me calm, and probably comfort me as he stood next to the exam table in the emergency room. I avoided cradling my injured arm for fear of damaging it further.
