♤ house of spades ♤

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she awoke in a room.

the room was white, spacious, yet dreadful and stuffy to be in. her body was covered in a thin, wrinkly paper gown, the back exposed to the air of the room.

her arms were numb from the needles wedged inside, one taking blood, another adding blood, another connecting to her stomach, another for sedatives, another another another.

her face was thin, lips chapped, eyes dull and watery. her nose was connected to an oxygen tank hidden behind the counter, next to the bed. before she knew it, all of her senses had been regained.

the doctor was flashing a light in her eyes to check if her pupils were adjusting to the light. "she's... you can... her now."

that was it. the ringing in her ears. she couldn't hear yet with the ringing in and out in waves.

she recognized all the faces,could hear most of what they were saying. her head was throbbing and her body was sore. "why am i... at a hospital?"

"panic attack." that was all she could say. that was all she could hear. then, as if the world turned the reality switch back on, her mind had refilled with all the moments of her trying to breathe as jimin knocked down the door, jungkook and taehyung struggling to help her.

the pain had returned to her head, and her breaths became labored again. heave.

someone pressed the nurse button and they came in, putting a gas mask over her mouth and nose to sedate her into normal breaths again. not before long, she was asleep again.

when she came to for the second time, it was easier to gain consciousness. there was nurse who was assigned to watch her. they made small talk, the nurse commenting on any improvements she had been making lately with her breaths.

small talk turned into slightly bigger phrases and words. they had a speech therapist come in at that point, helping the girl regain the strength in her lungs and mouth.

"that's it. repeat this back to me. thank you for your time today, mister yeon."

"thank. you for. your time. today. mister. y-yeon." she smiled, a small exhale coming out. "thank you. for your time. today mister. yeon."

"wow, you're doing so well, miss maro."

"e-excuse me. who's m-maro?"

a pained smile crossed the therapist's face. "you're maro. deo maro."

she thought about all those empty slots in her memory. why her name never appeared in one memory.

"d-deo maro. deo maro."

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