Jungkook's eyes widen in horror as he watches me fall, my body going limp in his arms. His hands tremble as he gently lifts me, pulling me close, feeling the chilling weight of my unconscious form. "Y/N, my little one, wake up," he whispers, his voice frantic, his usual calm cracking under the weight of fear. "Please, don't do this to me, wake up. I can't lose you like this; I need you to wake up and talk to me." He holds me tightly, his hand moving to caress my face, gently brushing away the blood that stains my lips. Seeing it sends a wave of panic through him, making his heart pound faster. "Please, my little one, please wake up for me," he murmurs, his voice barely holding steady. "I need you to open your eyes and look at me. I'm begging you—don't leave me."
But my body remains still, my heartbeat fading in his arms. Jungkook can feel the desperation rising within him, frustration burning as he realizes just how helpless he is to stop this. "Pet, please," he chokes out, a desperate edge to his voice. "Please wake up. I can't lose you. I don't know what to do without you." His grip tightens, his gaze searching my face for any hint of life, his thumb brushing against my forehead as if he could somehow coax me back. "I know I've been harsh... I know I hurt you. But I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted to break you like this..."
Realizing the gravity of the situation, he scoops me up, cradling me against his chest as he races out of the house and toward the car. "Just hang on, my little one," he whispers, his voice a mix of urgency and pleading. "We're going to the hospital—they'll take care of you. You're going to be okay; just stay with me. Please." His foot presses harder on the accelerator as he speeds down the dark streets, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel, every second stretching unbearably. "Just hold on a little longer, pet. We're almost there. Don't leave me. Not like this."
Finally, he screeches to a halt in front of the hospital, jumping out with me still in his arms. He rushes toward the emergency entrance, his voice loud and frantic. "Help! I need a doctor! My wife... she's unconscious and vomiting blood." His words tremble as he speaks, unable to hide the fear that has taken over him.
A nurse quickly calls for help, and a team of doctors and nurses rushes to him, taking me out of his arms and placing me on a stretcher. "What happened to her?" one of the doctors asks as they wheel me toward the emergency room.
"She... she was vomiting blood, and then she just collapsed," Jungkook manages, his voice barely audible over the weight of his worry. The doctor nods, her expression serious as she makes notes. "We'll do a full examination and run some tests to find out what's wrong," she says. "In the meantime, please wait in the waiting room. We'll update you as soon as we know more."
Jungkook nods numbly, watching as they disappear through the doors, taking me with them. He stands alone in the now-empty hallway, a hollow ache spreading through his chest. Slowly, he turns and walks to the waiting room, his mind a whirlwind of regret and guilt.
Sinking into a chair, he clenches his hands, my words from earlier echoing in his head. The moment of my collapse replays again and again, each time a fresh stab of pain. "I did this. I broke her. I broke my own... wife." The realization tears through him, and he feels the weight of his actions pressing down on him. He had been so focused on keeping me under his control that he ignored the damage it caused. He thought he could walk the line without crossing it, but now he's haunted by the consequence of his choices.
"You pushed me past my limits, Jungkook," my words echo in his mind. "One day, you'll regret this—but by then, it'll be too late." Each word hits him like a punch, the truth ringing in his ears, louder than he can bear. He runs a hand over his face, his fingers digging into his temples as if he could somehow erase the regret that's now rooted itself in him. He remembers every warning I gave him, every time I tried to tell him he was losing himself to his own need for control.
Hours stretch on, marked only by the sound of a ticking clock and his own frantic pacing. The hospital's dim lighting does little to soften the stark reality of his guilt. He checks his phone repeatedly, but each moment that passes without an update feels like a lifetime. The waiting gnaws at him, filling him with a dread he's never felt before, twisting in his stomach as he replays every moment he hurt me.
At last, after what feels like an eternity, a doctor appears in the doorway. Jungkook snaps to attention, the tension in his body making him jump from his seat. He rushes forward, his voice tight with worry. "How's my wife...?"
TO BE CONTINUED....
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From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story
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