14] Helpless

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Taehyung's pov:

" What is going on? " I asked as calmly as possible ,curling my fingers into a nerve popping fist.

That doctor in front of me had now became an unluck to me.

His face was something that itched me now. I just wanted to vanish that stupid doc away from my Jungkook's life.

Because all he was doing , was making a fucked up face and telling me things that did no good to my mind and heart rather it fueled the agony that was forming inside me.

" Mr. Kim -- We are trying our best but nothing is happening. His body ain't responding at all. His internal organs tell no update in the situation---" Before he could speak further, my fist was banged upon the desk with the accessories shaking in their pace just like the doctor.

What the fuck was Jungkook! Some mobile phone , that he needed an update?!

Silence spreaded around his cabin as I gave him an evil eye with blood roaring in my ears. I had started to see red. Red and Red everywhere.

Now , bloodshed was sooner or later to occur.

That doctor needed people around him to save him now.

I gritted my teeth dangerously hard that my jaw ached and then with red angry eyes , I leaned closer to the desk , reducing the gap between him and me , and stared in his eyes which were blinking in fear and nervousness.

I jabbed out , " I need no fucking excuse. All I need is my husband to be awaken! If you can't do that then bring the best doctors of this country and if this country doesn't have the ability to cure him then go for US or India! Find me a better doctor for the love of my life doctor. Because I can not live without him. And if something happens to him your shitty hospital is gone. I. will. fucking. burn. it. into. ASHES! If that's what will be needed. ------ You get it? "

The doctor stayed silent with eyes widening in horror as he nodded hyperistically before standing from his seat.

" I--I am d-deeply sorry Mr. Kim. B-But I need help from you. A l-little corporation is a-all we need. T-This will take some time. S-so please. Try to understand----"

" I told you I need no excuse! " I bolted up before pointing my index finger at him with fury piercing my bones.

" You must do everything. I am fine with waiting but I need results. I need him cured. I need him conscious. I told you the first day that take time as much as you wish but I want him all better. Everyday you say that something is wrong with him , he is unhealable or it needs time. Why to call me again and again if the recoveryneeds time? Do you reallywant to die from my hands doctor?!--- If it takes time then be it. Stop stressing me by telling that nothing is working. I need him conscious. No matter how long it takes. ---Treat him doctor! " I retorted glaring at him who just bowed like a pathetic helpless man making me feel so disgusted that I couldn't help but dash out of his cabin.

Even his face was a foul thing to me now.

I didn't want to see him at all.

All he was doing was giving me a bad news. Nothing was changing. No improvement was there.

Almost 3 weeks yet no fucking improvement was there!

I marched through the hallway of the ugly hospital with the smell medicine everywhere and people on stretchers. Some crying , some sitting monotonously with no expressions.

Nurses running or moving slowly.

Was there an emergency?

Well , the room on the very right corridor was having an emergency.

Yeah.... The machines were making loud beeping sounds.

I frowned at that and suddenly realized something.

Jungkook was in one of the rooms of right corridor.

My heart sank making my feet jog up the hallway to the room and as soon as I reached there , my heart sank down in my stomach and then doctors and a few more staff came running before dashing inside the room.

Jungkook's room.

To be specific.

My heart numbed with ears going dead. I could only see with just the sound of White light echoing in my ears.

I rushed inside the room as the doctor stood there , hastily working upon Jungkook's body.

Ara , standing near him , was now crying badly with her hand on her mouth.

And what was I doing?

Huh?

...........Nothing.

Just......Nothing.

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