Alone, With You {BTS x Reader} DISCONTINUED

~ Chapter 11 ~

{ Your POV }

As far as I know, nothing really happened to me. The last thing I remember is a cold feeling running up my throat and the taste of iron lingering in it. I felt the pressure though. The pushing on my chest and the shocks of god knows what. I felt the mask over my face and the feeling like I was drowning in my own body. But I'm sure the doctors will tell me soon enough what happened and if it was that serious.

My chest feels heavy, as if someone just attached a 20 pound weight to it... super weird. I try to lift my body out of the hospital bed. I'd been put in the same room that I was in before. Even the smell was similar, like porridge and dust. Despite the multiple attempts of trying to get up, I flop wearily back into the not so comfortable bed. My (h/c) hair falls softly in front of my face as I grunt in frustration. The warm air fills my nose and I feel it hit the bottom of my lungs. I feel everything. Out of pure boredom. I yell quietly, angry at the fact that I legit can't move my body. I wonder how everyone is doing. If they even knew what happened... I mean beisdes Yoongi and Namjoon of course they knew. But I wonder if they are worried? If they care?

And just like that, my door swings abruptly open with 7 familiar faces flushed with red.

"(Y/N)!" They all yell simultaneously.

Overwhelmed with emotions, I feel tears quickly build up in my eyes. Never in my life had someone (besides my parents) come to the hospital to greet me. I've never had true friends who cared. But now, I feel like I have them. True friends. Not going to lie they are all hot but I don't feel like dating would be great right now, I digress. Them being here is honestly the best thing that could've happened to me. Their presence alone just warms my heart.

They all rush quickly over to me and embrace me in a large, warm hug. But there was an uncomfortable tightness in my lungs as I felt each of their bodies wrap tightly around me. My breaths get shorter and suddenly I find my self short of breath. I cough and hit the guys to signal them to get up. As they retreat back, I feel the humid air enter my body in relief. I sigh, placing my hand to my heart, feeling it pound rapidly. They look at me with concern as I quickly smile showing them that I'm fine. Jimin's warm hands gently touch my arms and rub them consolingly and he then squeezes my hand softly and holds them. I feel my cheeks burn with lust.

"What the hell (Y/N) why are you like this. Stop. You cannot do this. Control your lady-boner. Jimin us just being nice. Please no (Y/N)" I think to myself.

Gathering myself up, I tilt my head and half smile to Jimin, cheeks still tinted pink - more so of embarrassment now.

"Excuse me... I don't mean to intrude but may I speak with (Y/N)" the suddenly apparent nurse spoke quietly, with her hands in front of her shyly.

Jimin slowly removed his hand from my as I feel the sweat I had created in my palms.

"EW WTF (Y/N) he probably thinks you're disgusting now UGAHH STUPID." I internally yell at myself.

But despite my embarrassment, he smirks back to me with soft eyes. I look up at him, eyes meeting. But finding myself incredibly socially awkward, I look to the corners and sides of the room, itching my nose. Jimin quietly laughs as he is pushed out of the room by the nurse along with the others. I smile and wave as they leave one by one, blowing a kiss at Hoseok with him pretending to catch it and then placing it on his heart. It's kinda our thing now. And of course, Jin did one of his famous flying kisses and I did the same as Hoseok did and caught it. We have a weird relationship.

As they left, the young nurse came closer to me as the doctors face appears from around the corner. He smiles and enters the room, dragging the chair from the desk beside me to sit on. He clears his throat and speaks,

"Well (Y/N), unfortunately, it's not great news."

As Dr. Kim reads off his sheet of what is wrong with me, his words become distant and they drown in my mind. Few words come out but the ones I do hear are "life threatening", "lungs", "water", "possible surgery", "back home", "not much we can do". He said much more but I was so flooded with emotions that few were heard.

All I know, is that I may not have as much time here as I hoped.