Spring Day | BTS ✔

13

I finally made it to the hospital. I ran to the reception desk and the lady looked up a little startled by my appearance.

"Sir," she stared, but I cut her off.

"Is Kim Namjoon still signed in here?"

She looked down to check her records before turning back to me.

"Yes, he is," she nodded, "But before you can see him, you need to get fixed up."

"Right, sanitation and all of that," I breathed a sigh of relief as she smiled softly.

"Right," she nodded again, calling for a nurse to clean my face up, "What is name and your relation to Mr. Kim?"

"Friend," I blurted out, "I'm a close friend. My name's Jeon Jungkook."

"Okay," she began typing things into a computer, most likely checking me in, before handing me something to sign. I didn't bother reading it, but signed it anyways.

After a few minutes, a nurse in purple scrubs appeared.

"Jeon Jungkook?" I nodded, "Follow me, I'll have you fixed up in no time. Do you want a towel to dry off with?"

I nodded as he led me into a small room. I sat on the examination bench as he handed me a thin white towel.

"Sorry, these things are so cheap," he chuckled as he reached for a spool of stitching thread and needle, "Budgets and everything."

I laughed bitterly, wanting to get out of the room and up to the recovery ward as soon as I could. A numbing agent was injected into my lip before the nurse, Mark as he said his name was, began to stitch my lip up.

"I heard you're visiting someone, so I'll be quick," he said kindly.

"Thank you," I tried to say, but the numb lip didn't help. Mark laughed slightly.

"Don't worry. The numbing will go away in a few minutes. You won't feel any more pain than what you already felt with your split lip and you seemed to be talking fine then," he smiled. A minute later and he grabbed a pair of metal scissors.

"And we're done," he nodded as he put his tools away, "Let me get you another towel before I clean that nose up and you head up to the ward."

He did just that and soon enough I was getting a call from my insurance company as I headed towards Room 315 in the recovery ward.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I grumbled to the lady on the other end, "I promise, this is the last hospital bill this month...yes I'm aware I said that last week, but technically April's almost over so...no I won't stop sassing you...yes I'm sorry...okay bye."

I rolled my eyes as I hung up the phone. I stepped out into the ward and immediately knew I was in the wrong section. Little kids in beanies covering bald heads were being led back to their rooms from a playroom. One wasn't so little and was leading a few kids herself. She looked to be around eleven or twelve and she carried a sketchpad. I waved politely at her.

"The adult ward is that way," she pointed down the left hall.

"Thank you," I didn't bother wondering how she knew where I was headed and made my way towards it anyways.

"I'm almost there, Namjoon," I sighed. I saw the rain pouring sheets down outside as I passed a room with its door open. How long do I have to wait until the days of flower blossoms aren't ruined by rainstorms?

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I'm really proud of myself with all these consistent updates 😁

{A teary-eyed To Lee Jihoon consoles The Types of Two who cries silently in the background}

Yep really proud...