vision { yoonmin }

three

a;n

I was listening to Childish Gambino while writing this so, sorry if there are any mistakes bc I was getting turnt. also, it's nearly school holidays so i might start updating more often, woot woot!

-silkcity

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Yoongi had spoken approximately three words in the days since Taehyung had left.

1. No.

2. Fine.

And, 3. Fuck.

Well, he'd technically had spoken more than three words because he had repeated those three words several times. In fact, had said 'no' about two billion fucking times. He swore that the hospital staff were trying to fatten him up because every twenty minutes one of the nurses would come in, introduce themselves and say 'Yoongi, are you hungry?" and every time Yoongi would say 'no'. He really wasn't hungry, he had more important things to worry about like if Jimin was doing okay and eating well and looking after himself.

He had said 'fine' after a nurse had told him that if he didn't eat he wouldn't get better. On one hand, he wanted to get better as quickly as possible so he could stop physical therapy and finally see Jimin again.

And the 'fuck'... well, he had said that during physical therapy. Yoongi was sure that he wasn't capable of experiencing more pain than when he had to sit up in bed for the first time. It was like someone had filled half his lungs with wet sand. It was horrible and he was certain that he had never wanted to die more in his entire life. 

There was a hesitant knock on the door, "Min Yoongi?" Yoongi replied with a grumpy grunt and the female voice let out a quiet laugh. "Of course you are, I've heard about you." She pressed some buttons on the machine connected to Yoongi's arm, "You should probably call me Nurse Lee, but you can just call me Min-Ji."

Min-Ji shut the door behind her and made her away across the room, around Yoongi's bed and to the massive window that was spilling with bright sunshine. "Why did they think it was a good idea to make the windows so big?" She shook her head as she pulled on the cords of the blind making a slight whirring sound. Yoongi flinched, trying to tuck chin into his knees before flinching in pain. The painkillers had made him momentarily forget that his lungs were still painfully injured. 

"Hey, hey! Be careful," Min-Ji said, almost scoldingly. "I'm sorry, I was just putting the blinds down. I didn't mean to scare you." 

Yoongi let out a spluttered groan, hugging his throbbing ribcage held firmly in bandages.

"I know, the painkillers can really make you feel normal again. But you have to take care of yourself." She urged.

How did she know exactly what it felt like? Had she been in an accident too? Yoongi had a lot of questions but his thin lips remained wired shut. 

Min-Ji folded her pudgy arms over her chest, clicking her pen that sat in her breast pocket. "How long are you going to keep this up?"

What?

"This whole 'no speaking' thing." She waited for Yoongi to say something, anything. Again, he didn't utter a word. Min-Ji shook her head. "I see. Well, regardless of whether you're going to speak or not, I still have to check your stitches."

So Min-Ji began peeling off the clear sticky bandages from Yoongi's face and neck, that part didn't hurt. But when she started cleaning the stitched wounds with an alcohol wipe, that part hurt like a bitch. Yoongi didn't want to look weak but he couldn't help but wriggle his toes under the bedsheets. 

This hurt more than the time Namjoon threw a textbook at me and Jimin couldn't stop laughing.

Jimin.

"Is he okay?" Yoongi croaked, his throat parched. "Is Jimin okay?"

She paused for a second, "Who's Jimin?"

"Oh, he's my boyfriend. He was in the crash with me," Yoongi answered slowly, his voice cracking a little. His clammy hands found their way to the edge of the hospital-issued blanket and began fiddling with the fraying hem.

"Oh... oh!" She nodded with wide eyes. "I know the one."

"Is he alright? Is he okay?"

"I'm sure he's doing fine."

"Can I see him?"

She let out a gentle sigh, "He's absolutely fine, Yoongi. It's just that you're both in pretty bad shape and we don't want to comprise your health- and that goes for both of you."

Yoongi nodded lightly. "I understand, I just hope he's okay."

Silence filled the room, Yoongi listened to warm January wind whispering past the hospital room window. It was the perfect weather, not too hot and not too cold.

Jimin loves weather like this.

He wondered where Jimin was. If he was okay and if he was eating properly. He had a bad habit of not eating if he wasn't feeling good or if he was upset.

"Is Jimin in as bad of a state as me?" Yoongi asked.

"I'm not really sure, I'm not the only nurse on duty and I'm not assigned to him but I'm sure he's okay." She said warmly. "Please don't worry, I'm sure he doesn't want you worrying about him."

"I guess you're right," Yoongi said with a gentle smile. 

"Alright, well I'll back at five o'clock for your dinner, Min Yoongi." The nurse said almost jokingly. 

"OK? Don't get up to any mischief."

"What mischief? I'm bedridden like some fat, useless weakling." Yoongi scoffed, a cold bitterness oozing through his voice. 

The nurse sighed hard, resting her hands on her hips. "Yoongi, this isn't easy by any means. It may possibly be the hardest thing you're going to experience in your life. But everyone wants you to get better. Jimin wants you to get better."

"I know," Yoongi muttered barely above a whisper. 

Min-Ji gave him a reassuring smile, a smile he couldn't see but she hoped he felt. She looked down at her watch, "Alright, I'll be back in a few hours with your medication and the physical therapist will be here soon." Yoongi groaned making her grin. "Oh, and the doctor should be around later to check the stitches in your eyes."

Yoongi pulled the sheets over his shoulders again, they were cold now but he was sure they'd warm up. Just before Min-Ji went to leave, he blurted "What colour are the walls?"

Min-Ji stopped in her tracks, turning to Yoongi who was snuggled tightly in his blankets. "Pardon?"

"What colour are the walls in the room? I can't see."

Min-Ji grinned, almost giggling. "I don't know, a kind of... rosy pink."

"Thank you."

"Min Yoongi, you are most welcome."