Invisible / k.th (Hiatus)

Chapter 2

You know that feeling when something feels off, but you can't exactly pinpoint the reason why?
That's how I'm feeling right now.

I have no idea how long I've been mindlessly wandering through these halls, confused and lost. There seemed to be no one here, which is odd. Where am I?

I turned around the corner and saw a man walking. I walked up to him. "Excuse me, but can you tell me where am I? I don't even know how I got here in the first place. Please-"

But he just kept on walking as if he didn't hear me. But how can't he? When we both walked around another corner, I realized where we were.

It was a hospital.

We reached the waiting room and the man went off his own way, while I just stood there, where the waiting room and hallway connected. The hospital didn't seem to be that busy at the moment, just a few patients and doctors walking around. A few people sitting on the chairs, some looking worse than others. I walked up to the reception desk, hoping that someone could tell me what's going on. Just as I arrived in front of the receptionist, a group of people arrived at the same time.

"Excuse me, but I was here before you were- Hyung!?" My eyes widened in surprise when I noticed that the group of people were in fact my hyungs.

"Can you tell us what room Kim Taehyung is in?" Namjoon's voice sounded tense. The nurse at the desk glanced at him and reverted her gaze back onto the computer screen.

"Namjoon hyung, I'm right here." I nervously laughed. Why would he ask for me when I'm standing right next to him?

"H- Hyung?"

I heard a familiar voice that cracked behind us. We turned around and saw Jungkook sitting on one of the hard, plastic chairs. How did I not notice him there earlier? When I saw him, I remembered what almost happened earlier. I walked up to him, until I was a few feet away from him.

"Jungkook, are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?" After I didn't see any sign of severe injuries, I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you didn't get hit."

"Excuse me, sirs? Mr. Kim is out of surgery. He's in room 7."

I froze in my spot after I heard the nurse.

Surgery?

Jungkook stood up, mumbling apologies as he walked past me. He and the others walked down the hallway. The one that I came from. That was when panic started to settle in.

"I- I'm right here. It's me, Kim Taehyung! I'm V!"

No matter how much I tried, they didn't turn back.

"Can you yell a little quieter, please?" I heard someone groan out in annoyance.

I turned to my left and saw a girl looking at her phone with her head down. I mumbled an apology and ran back towards the hallway, to the room I'm apparently in.

"5, 6, room 7."

The door to the room was open, but I wished that I never walked in. The room was a bit crowded, with the other members, a doctor, and a nurse. But I saw myself on the hospital bed. I couldn't really believe it. But there I was.

Looking pale and lifeless. Cuts and bruises all over me.

"How is he, doctor?"

"Judging by how he got hit, there would've been a low chance for him to survive. During the surgery, he flat lined for a few minutes, but we managed to revive him. Needless to say, the surgery was a success and he should recover. But-"

"But what?" Jimin trembled.

"He's in a coma, but we don't know for how long."

I felt as if someone knocked the air out of me. I tore my gaze away from my body when I heard something fall. Jungkook was kneeling next to the bed, continuously apologizing to me. The doctor and nurse both excused themselves to leave us alone.

"I'm so sorry, Hyung!"

"This is all my fault!"

"It should have been me!"

"IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!"

Jungkook cried impossibly harder. The other five were also crying, not wanting to believe it.

"It's not your fault, Jungkook!" I tried reasoning with him. But he couldn't hear me, no matter how many times or how close I was to him. I pulled my hair and and walked backwards until my back hit the wall.

This can't be happening.

I- I'm a ghost.

No one can see or hear me.

At that last thought, I remembered that one girl from the waiting room who told me to be quiet. With that small tinge of hope left, I quickly left the room and back to the waiting room.

Please still be there.