When Taehyung opened his eyes, he was laying on the hospital bed, the bright overhead lights casting a harsh glow in the sterile room. He could feel the dull ache in his leg, but the first aid team had done their job administering a numbing agent that eased some of the pain. The medication coursed through his system, providing a welcomed relief, though it also left him feeling slightly lightheaded.
He shifted his position, trying to find a comfortable angle, but the reality of his injury settled in like a heavy weight. The throb of his leg was still there, a reminder of the accident that had interrupted his filming day, but the initial shock had subsided, allowing him to focus on the moment.
Suddenly, the muffled sound of familiar voices reached his ears. He recognized Jackson Wang’s voice-his manager and a close friend growing louder as he approached the room. The sound of phones ringing and urgent murmurs filled the air, a stark contrast to the calmness Taehyung had been trying to embrace.
“Is he in here?” Jackson’s voice broke through the door, concern evident in his tone. “I need to see him.”
Then the door swung open, and Jackson rushed into the room, relief flooding his features as he spotted Taehyung awake. “Thank God you woke up! You made me scared, man!” He hurried to Taehyung’s bedside, his usual calm demeanor replaced with palpable anxiety.
Taehyung attempted a reassuring smile, despite the bandages wrapped around his leg. “I’m fine, really. Just a little accident on set. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Jackson’s brow furrowed as he took in the sight of Taehyung lying in a hospital bed with bandaged leg, the sterile environment contrasting sharply with the vibrant life of a movie set. “A little accident? You’re in a hospital bed!This isn’t just a scratch, Tae.”
“Okay, okay! I get it. It looks worse than it is,” Taehyung replied, flashing a reassuring smile. “But I promise I’m tougher than I look.”
Before Jackson could respond, the door swung open again, and Dr. Jeon Jungkook entered, holding an x-ray report. His expression was focused and professional, completely unfazed by the presence of the high-profile celebrity before him.
“Mr. Kim,” Jungkook greeted, glancing at Jackson briefly before turning his attention to Taehyung. “I have your x-ray results.”
“Ah, Doc! What’s the verdict?”
Taehyung said, his tone upbeat despite the circumstances.
Jungkook stepped closer, laying the x-ray film on the light box, illuminating the images with a bright glow. “You have a clean fracture in your tibia,” he explained, pointing to the shadowed area on the film. “It’s not displaced, which is good news. It means we can fix this with surgery and a cast afterward."
Taehyung leaned in, squinting at the film as if it were an art piece rather than a medical report. “So, what you’re saying is I’m not just any ordinary patient; I’m a lucky one. I mean, how many people get to say they have a ‘clean’ break?” He flashed a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Lucky, huh?” Jungkook replied, unable to hide his amusement. “Most people would rather not break anything at all.”
“True, but if I have to break something, I’m glad it’s just my tibia and not my spirit,” Taehyung shot back, his confidence unwavering.
Jungkook gave a small nod, not seeming to mind Taehyung’s charming banter. As he moved closer to the bed, checking Taehyung’s pulse and running through the pre-surgery checklist with practiced precision.
Finishing his checks, Jungkook stepped back, making a note on Taehyung’s chart. “Alright, you’re all set. The surgery is scheduled to start in an hour. Dr. Lee will be monitoring the operation, and I’ll be assisting. You’re in good hands.”
