Fat •Jihope•

IX

{A/N: Why not two chapters today cause I have nothing to do,,,,}

Hoseok

{ A few hours later }

I sat impatiently in my chair.
Everyone was pacing around or trying to distract themselves with something.
I was stressing out about this.
It's been a few hours since we took Jimin to the hospital and they still haven't told us anything.
My leg was constantly shaking and I couldn't think.

Jimin's sick face was just imprinted in my brain.
I held my head in my hands and looked at the floor.
Jin being the comforting motherly figure he was got everyone snacks and tried to calm everyone down.
Even though I'm pretty sure he was freaking out too.

I felt a hand on my back and I looked up quickly.
Jin gently rubbed my back trying to comfort me.

"He's going to be fine, he's strong."

He said gently.
I nodded, I know Jimin's strong, but I still worry.
The double doors suddenly opened.

"Anyone here for Park Jimin?"

The six of us stood up and walked over to the doctor.
He looked over at us and smiled.

"You guys are a bunch."

He chuckled and looked through the clipboard in his hand.

"Follow me please."

He turned and led us through the doors.
Nurses and doctors scurried through the halls.
Holding bags of IV's and other things that I had no idea what they were.
We stopped in front of a room.

Room A16

"We need to talk a few things about Jimin before you guys enter."

He cleared his throat and flipped through the clipboard again.

"Glad you boys boys brought him in when you did. He lacked many nutrients that he needs to survive. He is very weak at the moment, I estimated that he hasn't been eating correctly for a while. He seemed very hydrated, which did help him stay alive. Don't know how he survived. At this point his body was shutting down on him from not getting food in his system. Did you guys notice anything different with him lately? About his eating behavior?"

Namjoon was the first to speak up.

"Y-yes actually we did. I asked him about it and he told me he was on a diet. I didn't know why he would want to be on one knowing how thin he was."

The doctor nodded and wrote something down.
He pointed to the door.

"I'm pretty sure he is sleeping right now, but you can go in and see him."

We thanked him and all went through the door.
I was the first one in.
I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see.
I opened my eyes slightly.

I hated the sight in front of me and hoped I never had to see it again.
Jimin laid almost lifeless on the hospital bed.
Different tubes connected to his wrist, injecting whatever it was to keep him alive.
He was breathing lightly, his chest rising and falling slowly.
I felt like I was about to cry.

The others seemed to have the same reaction.
Everyone gasping and holding their hands to their faces.

"I-I think I'm gonna stand outside."

I said as I pushed by everyone stepping outside of the room.
I closed the door behind me and leaned against the wall.
How could I have not noticed this before?
Fuck, I'm such a bad friend. . .

{A/N: Poor Hobi♡ ,, also if you want to follow my insta it's mochii.diana
Hit me up,,,,,I just cringed at myself}

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