Chapter 10

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"Mr Park?" Dr Rhee says

...

No answer from Jimin.

"Um...excuse me. Mr Park?" Dr Rhee says again, a bit louder.

...

No answer again from Jimin.

"Mr Park? Would you like me to repeat the question?" Dr Rhee asks.

...

Its as if the question has paralysed Jimin.

He looks as if hes staring off into space, but hes not. 

All the memories and bad thoughts came flooding into his head at once. 

Its like he trapped.

In a movie. 

In a horror movie.

"Oh my god! Mr Park!" Dr Rhee says terrified.

Jimin has stopped breathing.

In his dream, he is underwater.

Again.

He is drowning.

Again.

"Mr Park!! Can you hear me?! Please respond!" Dr Rhee asks out of panic.

"Wake up."  A small voice says.

Its the same small voice.

"Why does it always tell me to wake up? Why not fall asleep? ...Or even just die?" Jimin says to himself in his dream, still struggling to breath.

"Someone! Please come down to surgical room number 11! We got a code 87! I repeat, help is needed at surgical room 11, code 87!!" Dr Rhee shouts into a walkie talkie, that every staff member has strapped onto their belt at the back.

"God dammit Jimin! Wake up!" The voice seem familiar in a way...

In Jimin's dream, he feels like someone if keeping him down. 

Holding him down.

Forcing him down.

Someone is drowning him.

Someone is killing him.

"Mr Park Jimin! Please respond!" Dr Rhee yells at Jimin while he starts to do compressions.

"Haha! Come on Jimin! Try breathing!" The voice is louder and more clear. 

Jimin recognises the words. 

As if someone said it before.

"HAHA! Yeah! Try getting up, Jimin!" 

Another voice. 

A different one though.

Once again, Jimin recognises it, but can't make out exactly who or what it is.

"I mean, this obviously means that the computer chip didnt work." Dr Rhee says to himself as he continues to do compressions on Jimin.

Many other staff members and doctors come rushing into the surgical room. 

They attach Jimin to a defibrillator. 

"HAHAHAHA!" Jimin now can hear several voices laughing.

Laughs of the ones he loved.

"This dream! It's not a dream! This actually happened!!" Jimin says suddenly in his head.

The dream wasnt a dream, it was a memory. 

The one from the party. 

The one where Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi, threw him into the bath tub. 

The one where they shoved his head under water, but playfully.

"CLEAR!" A doctor yells zapping the defibrillator on Jimins chest. 

ZAP!

"No pulse!"

The shock waves travel through Jimin's body, but nothing happens. He remains not breathing and nearly unconscious. 

"CLEAR!" The doctor yells again.

ZAP!

"No pulse!"

Once again, nothing...

In Jimins dream, the weight that has been holding him down has come off.

He feels lighter.

Like he can come to the surface and breathe again.

"CLEAR!" The doctor yells once more.

ZAP!

...

...

...

"We've got a pulse!" The doctor notifies everyone.

This time, Jimin takes a gasp for air after he had been zapped.

He continues to take small, quick breaths.

"Hello, sir?" The doctor says firmly to Jimin.

"Woah, where am- oww! My head!" Jimin yells in pain and says feeling disorientated.

"You are in a surgical room. You are a test subject for an experiment. Do you remember this?" The doctor asks Jimin.

"Oh yeah thats right."

"Please state your full name." The doctor then asks.

"My name is...uh..." Jimin pauses for a moment.

"Why cant i remember my name? What the hell?"

"My name is...." Jimin tries to think even harder.

"You cant remember?" The doctor asks concerned.

"...No...I cant. I got this thing in the back of my head saying that i dont have a name, but i have a number." Jimin says.

"What is this number?"

"Umm...its...number 99" Jimin says.

"Unusual." The doctor then looks over to a staff member who has been taking notes in his clipboard the whole time.

"You guys were calling me Mr Park. Is that my name?" Jimin asks.

For a minute the doctor doesnt answer but then says, "Sorry, we cant tell you that."

"Why?"

Jimin remembers everything else, like Jhope, the room, lack of sleep and everything, but just not his name.

"These people... Why the hell cant they tell me my freaking name?!" Jimin yells in his head.

"I cant tell you that either."

"I god damn hate life."

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A/N~

wowow oops its 12:40am

tbh i have no idea where this story is going so dont ask any questions because i wouldnt know myself. also i know its pretty repetitive so hopefully i will change that later in the story...idk 

btw im sorry that my account isnt very positive, especially when i write these authors notes. 

sorry im very inactive 


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