The machine on Yoongi's bed starts beeping loudly. Nurses rush in to check him. One nurse runs to Yoongi's side, checks his stability and runs to the door. "Patient 314 is waking up!" She screams down the hallway.
No body notices that I am sobbing in the corner. The machine goes Beep Beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Doctors rush over. "WERE LOSING HIM!!!" One nurse cries loudly.
Yoongi said this would happen. That I would never see him again. That I'd have to plan his funeral alone. He has no family. I'll be alone burying the only love I've ever had. Why Yoongi! Why couldn't it have been me.
The doctor runs to the shock pads. "Clear" he screams as he pushes the pads to Yoongi's chest. Yoongi's body jolts up but it isn't working. Oh Yoongi.
My heart pounds as I watch the love of my life's body jolt as they try to revive him. I need Yoongi to hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright but I'll never see his gummy smile or hear his laugh, smell his cologne, feel the touch of his skin against mine. Ill never see him again. The tears fall harder down my face.
