Is what I'm doing a mistake? Or just from instincts? I don't know myself. I picked up his body and carried him out of the building walking to the nearest hospital. "What the fuck am I doing?" I mumbled to myself.
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Making my way through the ER doors nurses make their way towards me.
"Ma'am what happened to this young man?" she asks checking his vitals. A cold sweat broke out upon me. "Uhh he just collapsed out of nowhere so I brung him here." I explained. The nurses nodded and asked me to sit in the waiting room.
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Waiting for about an hour now a nurse comes to speak with me. I just felt the need to be here I mean what if he is dead?
"Are you in any relation to the patient?" I think for a moment. "Yes." She sadly smiles at me. "Well I'm not sure if your aware with Mr.Park's conditio-" I cut her off "what condition?" She exhales and clears her throat. "Mr.Park suffers from a dissociative identity disorder. Better known as a split personality. But the reason as to why he collapsed was from a mixture between a symptom that comes along with the disease and drugs." "Did he recently get this?" "No, it seems like he's been dealing with this his whole life."
I nodded my head understanding I was honestly shocked I thought he was just an asshole. She then focused on my appearance. "Oh my it looks like we have to fix you up as well."
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As she cleaned the dried blood and dirt away from my arms while looking at my scars I get slightly uncomfortable. Finally leaving my skin spotless I asked her. "Tell me more about his disorder is it curable what are some symptoms are problems he'll face or- has been facing?" I frankly was interested because Park Jimin probably wasn't the real Park Jimin the one I have the hateful memories with was just a mask waiting to be taken off. Maybe I was feeling pitiful or maybe I wanted to experience a new Jimin. But I wanted to help him in some way.
"While there's no cure long term treatment works out wonderfully. Therapy is wonderful for people with this disorder. The personalities inside his body know about each other, and know what the they do to people in his case that is. Many are different some personalities don't know about each other- but in his case they do. I'll introduce you both to a great and highly educated therapist...all done!" I thanked her.
"Would you like to see Mr. Park now?" She asked. I nodded and followed her to his room. He was laying on the bed at a forty five degree angle hooked up to all kinds of machines. I grabbed a chair trying not to make a lot of noise. Succeeding in my small task I reward myself by admiring his now clean face. At that moment I see his face scrunch up and his eyes flicker open he weakly spoke.
"I'm sorry." He said as he reached to grab my hand but failed as it dangled off the side of the hospital bed. He apologized before he passed out just like he did a couple hours ago. Strange what are you trying to say Park Jimin?
a/n: wow to me this is the best god damn chapter I've ever wrote in this story. Tbh I forgot how this chapter was originally supposed to be like so I came up with this please enjoy.
