unafraid [bts x you]

vii. in a cast

Something was whirring above me, loudly and consistently enough to drive me insane. A fan, I guessed. I struggled to open my eyes so I could shut it off, feeling the effects of a long sleep begin to manifest itself after who knew how long I was out. I could tell it had been a while, my legs felt inexplicably stiff and I couldn't really move. I remembered throwing myself out a window, but that was about it, so it was possible that I could have sprained something without knowing. It was, after all, three stories.

I slowly raised my head, glancing around. I had a headache and felt my back ache as I tried to sit up. I was back at BigHit, in the same room as before. I sighed, blowing the air heavily through my lips. The plan was to not come back, so why were they giving me medical attention? My face was bandaged up, I had a needle stuck in my arm and, after pulling back the blankets, I saw that my right leg was in a cast. No wonder I felt so damn stiff, I probably had a shit ton of painkillers in my system. I hadn't even noticed I was wearing a new set of clothing, bought fresh since they weren't mine. This all had a different vibe from the first time I'd woken up at BigHit, that was for sure.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of crutches.

"Fuck it," I mumbled, reaching over to take them. I wobbled at first and had to fix the length to get accustomed, but eventually I balanced myself and started to make my way over to the door, wanting to find anyone so I could leave. Probably wasn't the smartest thing to do in my condition, but what other choice did I have? I reached over to turn the handle when someone on the other side beat me to it.

"(Y/n)? What the hell are you doing? You're gonna fuck yourself up again," Jungkook snapped, arm wrapping around my waist when I started to lose my footing as I tried to move back. I mumbled an apology, noticing he had a tray of food in his other hand. When he saw where my attention had gone, he quickly let go of me.

"You were supposed to wake up sometime soon so RM told us to make rounds every hour," he explained, "since it's the evening, Jimin told me to bring you something to eat."

"Jimin?" I echoed, suddenly recalling the trophy with a gasp, "Where's the trophy? Is it safe?"

Jungkook chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, it's safe. You did good."

I sighed, relieved. I'd done my part then.

"So are you hungry or not?"

I glanced up at him and then turned to see the bowl of purple jello. My stomach growled. Since I was drugged with so much medication, it was the most I could have, but I wasn't complaining.

"Yes," I said, stretching my hands out. Jungkook smirked and set the tray down on the desk for me, tossing me a spoon. I caught it and took my seat, mouth watering. Jungkook leaned against the doorway as I ate, silent. I didn't really care. My focus was on how sweet the jello was until someone else showed up with a different type of tray followed by two others behind him.

"Is she up yet?" Jin asked Jungkook, only for his question to be answered when he saw me. I smiled at him, raising a spoonful of jelly. I was surprised to see a hint of a smile back.

"How are you feeling?" Jin asked,

stepping over to me.

I shrugged. "I feel better than the first time I woke up here."

From the doorway, J-Hope laughed and V smiled widely.

"Yeah, well, the first time you tried to steal from us," V explained, leaning on Jungkook, "This time you stole for us, so, it's even now."

Jin put his tray down and I looked over to see that it was holding fresh bandages, more pills and a new IV bag. I looked at my arm and frowned.

"You've been out for four days now," Jin said, moving my face so he could start undoing the old gauze. I flinched as his hand came close to my face but he ignored my reaction.