Last part of the Broken Heart Syndrome Trilogy.
(Warning: Sensitive Themes)
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Four hours have passed and Jimin had officially bitten off all of his fingernails. His need to help curb his anxiety so strong, he was tempted to start chewing on his toenails. Luckily, there was no need for that as the doctor walked into the waiting room. Jimin rushed forward, nearly tripping over is chair as he did so.
"Mr. Jeon has a malignant tumor pressing against his frontal lobe. This would explain his severe migraines and personality changes you," he nods in Jimin's direction, "recalled he was experiencing over the past week."
"What can be done for him?" Namjoon asks, after a brief moment of silence.
"Not much, to be honest. He will need surgery to have the tumor removed-"
"Yes," Jimin interrupted. "Anything to get my Jungkookie back."
"Let's not be hasty," the doctor said. "This procedure is incredibly risky, there is still little we know about the brain." He sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"If the procedure is successful?" Namjoon pressed.
"There is no guarantee his personality will return nor if he will fully recover."
"If we do not got through with the surgery?"
"He will continue to suffer from migraines, and the mortality rate increases tenfold."
"So the only option, really, is the surgery?"
"Yes."
"Do it." Jimin spoke up, quiet but firm. "We have to take a chance that Jungkook will fight and he will come back to us. We need to have faith in him."
The doctor nodded, "That is the best decision for both him and you." The other members reluctantly agreed, nobody could bear the thought of losing the Golden Maknae of BTS.
Jimin hated doing anything blindly, with such bleak outcomes in the future, but the need to hold Jungkook, to kiss him, to love him was too strong. He needed him back.
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Jungkook was just wheeled into the operating room. Jimin wished he could have said something just before but he froze up. Nothing could leave his mouth as looked at his pale lover hooked up to periodically beeping machines. Why couldn't I have said something, anything?
He was buried into his thoughts, he barely noticed the hours flying by. All the memories of him and Jungkook were playing in his mind on a broken record, almost like they were mocking him.
As soon as the doctor walked in, he knew, But he didn't want to know. The composed, controlled stoic look on his face told Jimin all he needed to know.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jeon went into cardiac arrest on the operating table. We tried everything but we couldn't resuscitate him."
A heartbreaking wailing noise could be heard, the pitiful noise bouncing around the small waiting room. Jimin didn't know if the sound was coming from him or the others around him. He fell to his knees, hand over his chest. Just like he did four days ago, the pain caused by the same person.
This time, nothing could save him. For his heart was truly broken.
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Two things I want to address before I leave:
1. I know this is not medically/scientifically accurate; however, I tried to be as such as possible.
2. I apologize for how long it took to update this. It's important to realize that I'm the type of writer that has sudden burst of writing with long hiatuses in between. I'll try to be more consistent but I can't promise much.
Thanks for reading! Bye!
- Jojo ✌️
