Just One More Tear to Cry

Part 29

Jimin's consciousness gradually stirred, his eyes fluttering open to the clinical whiteness of the hospital room. The soft hum of machinery and the distant murmurs of hospital staff surrounded him. As his senses slowly returned, so did the fragmented memories of the past few days—images of anguish, Jungkook's harsh words, and the emptiness that followed. Tears began to stream down his cheeks, but they came not from any clear emotion of joy or sorrow. Instead, there was a profound sense of numbness, an all-consuming void that seemed to swallow every other feeling.

The door to his room creaked open, and the quiet shuffle of footsteps approached. A doctor, accompanied by two nurses, entered the room. Their presence brought a gentle warmth that contrasted with the cold, sterile environment. The doctor's face was lined with kindness, his eyes reflecting concern and empathy. He moved with practiced ease, his demeanor calm and reassuring.

"Hello, young man," the doctor said, his voice soft and gentle. "How are you feeling today?"

Jimin turned his gaze toward the doctor, his movements slow and labored. He attempted a weak smile, but it was more a flicker of effort than true comfort. The doctor stepped closer, his presence soothing amid Jimin's disorientation. As he adjusted the IV drip with careful hands, his voice continued in that tender tone.

"What is your name?" he asked, his tone encouraging.

Jimin's lips parted, and he managed to whisper, "Jimin."

The doctor's eyes softened further, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "Can you remember what happened to you, Jimin?"

At the question, Jimin's eyes welled up with fresh tears. The memories of the tumultuous events came rushing back, amplifying the ache in his heart. Seeing Jimin's distress, the doctor's face reflected a deep, empathetic sadness.

"It's okay," the doctor said gently, his voice imbued with comfort. "We don't need to discuss it right now. What matters most is that you focus on your recovery. You need to get healthy and strong."

Jimin nodded faintly, his smile barely visible but sincere. The doctor placed a reassuring hand on Jimin's head, his touch both firm and gentle, a gesture of solidarity.

"Not everyone in this world is as fortunate as you," the doctor continued, his tone mixing encouragement with compassion. "Whatever has happened is now in the past. You must find the strength to move forward. You are not alone in this journey."

Jimin's eyes, still brimming with questions, met the doctor's with a look of confused curiosity. The doctor's expression shifted to one of realization, his eyes widening slightly.

"Oh my god," the doctor said softly, a note of astonishment in his voice. "You don't know yet, do you?"

Jimin's gaze remained fixed on the doctor, his confusion palpable.

The doctor took a deep breath, his face serious but kind. "You're pregnant, Jimin," he said gently, the words carrying both gravity and compassion. "You're going to be bringing a new life into the world."

The statement hung in the air, its weight settling heavily upon Jimin. The revelation was overwhelming, adding layers of complexity to his already tumultuous state.

Jimin's eyes fluttered with confusion as he weakly murmured, "Pregnant?" His voice was barely audible, lost amid the beeping of hospital machines and the murmur of voices. "A baby?" The reality of the situation seemed too surreal for him to fully grasp. His mind, still clouded by the fog of recent events, struggled to make sense of the doctor's words.

The doctor watched Jimin with a mixture of compassion and concern, noting the rapid changes in his expression. Jimin's face displayed a cascade of emotions—disbelief, confusion, and an overwhelming emptiness. It was as if he was trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation while battling his own internal chaos.