Yoonmin Oneshots

Loss & Love (Part 2)

Description: After arguing between who should go buy milk, Jimin finally gives in and heads out. It's not until after 40 minutes that he's out, that Yoongi receives a call from the hospital saying his best friend is in a coma. Yoongi has to go through the struggle of possibly losing his best friend and then helping him recover as he falls desperately in love.

Warnings: Angst, Coma, Comfort, Fluff, Smut Mention?, Yoongi Crying, Getting Together, Friends To Lovers, Best Friends, Flat Mates.

Original Fanfiction: Losing everything and falling in love by ironicallyrad http://archiveofourown.org/works/3133094

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The thing about movies is that they don't tell you how hard recovery is. You think people just magically wake up from a coma and everything goes back to normal. Oh, it's nothing like that. It's an emotional journey for both the person in the coma and everyone else trying to help them. They have to relearn how to walk, eat, speak properly, and do any basic task by themselves. I've lost count of how many times I've had to help Jimin get a spoonful of soup to his mouth, or walk to the bathroom. I even had to help him unbutton/button his jeans a couple of times, which sounds quite awkward and funny, but it's really not. I can tell Jimin is embarrassed and frustrated at his inability to execute such a simple task. He tries, he tries so hard, but he starts shaking and his breath quickens and his hands end up falling down in defeat. Finally, he gives in and just calls for my help, looking away and nipping at his bottom lip when I open the bathroom door. All I can do is offer him a smile before aiding him and then helping him get back to bed. Sometimes he has sudden outbursts of anger, and I don't know how to stop them. He screams at me, at the nurse, at himself, and sometimes at no one in particular. It's not his fault, it's the brain injury shouting. After he calms down I hold him and run my fingers through his hair hair in an attempt to calm him down. I read that that helps. The worst part is that he usually doesn't have any memory of it all. 

What really hurts me though, is seeing how unsafe he feels. I read about that too, how people post-coma tend to feel very unsafe and scared. When he isn't tugging at the bed sheets or tubes, he is searching for my hand and holding on to it for his dear life. I rub his back and tell him he's safe. He always tries to refrain himself from softly gliding his fingers over my hand, but when he starts talking about all the voices he hears at 3am, he can't help himself. It's almost as if he's afraid of slipping back into unconsciousness. I wish I could do something else besides stand there and rub his shoulders when he feels scared like this.

"Don't say that. You're already doing so much. Just being here is enough," he'd told me.

Therapy is probably the best part, though. I'm always there to encourage him or lighten the mood when he falls or can't enunciate something correctly. I see him improving and it makes me so proud. He gets so happy whenever he manages to accomplish something and his smile is probably the most contagious thing in the world. The only reason I like going to therapy with Jimin is because I see him smile so much. God, did I miss that smile.

It's been a few weeks since he woke up, and today is the day he will finally be discharged from the hospital. He's fidgety and that stupid wide grin hasn't left his face the whole morning.

"Excited?" I ask.

"Lord, I'm so tired of this sickening hospital smell. Everything here is so dull and boring! I don't even remember what our flat looks like! Have you been cleaning it?"

"Well, not exactly," I laugh. "I've been spending pretty much every day here, so the flat is kind of messy."

"It'a alright, we'll clean it eventually. Can we invite Taehyung and Jungkook over one of these days? And Namjoon and Jin, and get Hoseok a plane back from America and tell him to spend a few days at our flat. Screw his mixtape. I miss them so much." He dangles his legs from his bed. "Do you think you could help me start a v live? I have a couple of things I want to talk about obviously and I promise I won't do too much moving, and it will probably only be a short one, but -"