road trip.

[35] feeling all kinds of shit-tery

jungkook focus
jungkook wakes up a few hours later feeling all kinds of shit-tery as he attempts to wake his body up — his mind is awake, alert but his body is the complete opposite; his head throbs, his heavy eyes and throat are painfully dry and scratchy — as if someone had decided to shove balls of rough tissue down his oesophagus whilst he slept. his limbs are weak and unresponsive when he tries to lift an arm into the air and his neck is bent into an awkward position, courtesy of the layered pillows propping his head up.

immense pain rings throughout his temples when he attempts to lift his eyelids up in order to gather his surroundings and find taehyung, his captive — possibly his no.1 priority right now. but the ridiculously horrible sensation of a jackhammer beating the backs of his eyeballs makes him lie reluctantly still, eyes shut tight with his mouth in similar condition.

eyes too heavy to lift, jungkook blindly stirs at the sound of someone talking softly to him, lilting him from his groggy sleep, "okay, okay, he's waking up now. . . i think." the someone sounds female. jungkook hears her hum a familiar bubbly pop song lightly as she touches jungkook's forehead with soft fabric and warm steady fingers, the sheer feeling making jungkook tilt his head subconsciously closer to the person's comfortable touch.

"unnie," the someone murmurs, removing her hands from jungkook despite his displeased grunts, "the bleeding's stopped and ive dressed his wound — what do i do now? call the supervisor?"

"go to your lecture first, dumbass — nurse choi is gonna kill us if we don't turn up." another female in the room instructs, her voice huskier than the first female, "although i wouldn't mind ditching class and admiring this beauty until he wakes up — even if it meant getting my ass beat by choi."

"hey, aren't you dating me?? stay loyal." the first female giggles almost cutely at her friend. her girlfriend laughs too before veering off to another topic — a topic that jungkook doesn't quite catch.

jungkook doesn't reply — can't reply when the someone moves away from him. he'd like to open his eyes, question the girl's identity and ask for a godamn glass of water but his body fails him and his blurred thoughts refuse to administer the situation at hand.

he catches on to something: "rest a little more and you'll be up and running in no time." the girl tells him faintly, her voice growing slightly distant as she walks away from jungkook's practically half-dead state. he hears the door click open. click shut, and then he's alone for all he can tell with his eyes closed.

no matter how much he tries afterwards to force his body's cogs to start moving, he just can't move. so feeling pretty retired arms-and-legs-wise, jungkook stills his body completely and readies himself for another bout of sleep to hit him –– perhaps the girl's  advice will actually work? perhaps he'd be refreshed enough after sleeping to open his damn eyes, search for kim and run away from these unknown girls?

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the next time jungkook wakes up, he no longer feels so dead — yeah, his forehead still hurts, his head aches, his throat is dry but! he can now move his limbs without cringing at the pins and needles in his awkward legs. and he can now open his eyes! so with renewed vision, jungkook blinks away his hazy sight and focuses on the young girl in front of him who sits on a stool, flipping through a thick medical textbook with a frown between her pretty but simple features.

she's petite height wise and feature wise; her nose resembles a tiny button, her heart shaped lips are wedged into a small pout and her neat black bob frames her cute face. she dons pink from head to toe; she's dressed in a pair of pink shorts and a pale pink shirt, pink patterned robe thrown over her frail shoulders. an ID card hanging from her neck certifies her as a student of lee minho medical university.