Spring Day | BTS ✔

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Come on Jimin please stabilize.

Jin had us all go out into the hall so he could focus on getting Jimin back to a normal state – all except for Namjoon of course. I paced the hallway. Yoongi leaned against the wall, hands on his knees as he bent over in an attempt to ward off a panic attack with deep breaths.

Jungkook busied his shaking hands but soothingly rubbing the older's back. Hoseok was sitting on the ground in the hallway, his head in his hands. He was shaking slightly.

I wrung my hands, trying not to have a panic attack myself.

"Jimin what the hell," I whispered to myself, "Stop this. Stop this and come back."

Tears streamed down my face as I heard Jin shuffling here and there in the room. The monitor wouldn't stabilize and I was freaking out. A male nurse in pastel orange scrubs came rushing down the hallway with a few things I couldn't focus my attention on long enough to say what they were. He joined Jin in the room, closing the door behind him as he entered.

"What the hell, what the hell, what the hell." I muttered to myself in a panic.

"Taehyung you're not helping," Jungkook sighed shakily. I looked over and saw that Yoongi had slid to the ground, clutching his hair in his hands tightly as his breathing was virtually gone.

I froze remembering this scene from a long time before. Only it was Jungkook freaking, Jimin consoling, and me having the panic attack. That was when the fight that ended everything happened.

"I'm sorry," I rushed over to help calm Yoongi down. I never knew he had panic attacks.

"Just breath Yoongi," Jungkook said, not entirely sure how to handle the situation.

"It's okay. Jimin will be alright," I rubbed his shoulder. Yoongi shook his head harshly.

"I did this to him," he cried and Hoseok joined us, scolding the second oldest for daring to think that way, "But I did. I crashed into them and spun them out. I put them here."

"Yoongi, it was an accident. It wasn't on purpose so it isn't your fault."

"But..."

"No 'but' anything. If anything bad happens to Jimin, it isn't because of you."

Yoongi shook his head, still being overwhelmed by panic and fear. The male nurse came out a few minutes later, looking shaken but stable emotionally.

"Here, move," he said softly, pushing Hoseok to the side a little, "Lift his sleeve up."

Jungkook rolled the pink fabric up to his elbow and he injected a yellowish liquid into his arm. Within seconds, Yoongi looked drowsy until he was dead asleep on the maknae's shoulder.

"What was that?" Hoseok pointed at the needle.

"It's a sedative. It'll help him stay calm when he wakes up. Visiting hours are almost over, but all things considering – especially him being unconscious you guys can stay after a little longer. As soon as he wakes up though, you'll all have to leave. You can come back tomorrow," we nodded at the nurse as he stood up.

"Is Jimin ok?"

"He's stable for now, yes."

"What happened?"

"He was at a bad elevation from the looks of it. He had been breathing in accumulated saliva until it flooded his lungs and sent him into shock. He'll be fine now, you can go back in, just give him space."

We all breathed a sigh of release, lifting Yoongi by the pits of his arms back into the room. He put him in one of the armchairs, Jin not asking any questions and Namjoon looking more than shaken and scared.

I sighed and looked at Jimin.

Don't do that again. I can't have you dying with all those secrets of yours. You know it all, really; everything about all of us. 'Cause you paid attention where pride got in the way for the rest of us. You're my best friend, Park Jimin.

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It's thunderstorming right now...I think that's suitable for this chapter.