strawberries (yoonmin) #WATTYS2019

VIII

Wednesday, January 10th

Yoongi bolted through the automatic doors and his eyes quickly danced around the room till he saw the receptionist desk. He ran past a few people and almost shoved some middle-aged woman out of his way but managed to control himself.

He stumbled to a stop at the desk and the lady immediately was taken back by his presence. His panting and panicked expression wasn't something new to her and she shook off the fright.

"How may I help you sir?" She asked politely.

"I need to see Jeon Jungkook." He said quietly, words leaving his mouth before he could even process them.

"Fill out this quick form for me first," she slid over one of the many pre-paged clipboards over to him.

It had roughly about ten questions on it, asking his name and relation to the patient. His hand shook and his writing showed the way he did so. Within a minute he was done and the form was passed to her.

She smiled softly and began to review his answers. He tapped his foot impatiently as she signed the form and took it off the clipboard.  The taps got increasingly loudly in his ears as he watched her type something on the computer.

He felt sweat build at his hairline and he furiously wiped it off with his hoodie sleeve. He felt like throwing up watching her type and click the mouse.

And finally, she turned to him with a soft smile, "He just got out of surgery, good timing. Go through those doors, three halls down, to the left, room 0901."

There was a dinging sound and the door to the left door opened slowly. His legs felt numb as his body carried him to his cousin.

He felt out of his body, adrenaline pouring through his veins from the anxiety as he walked down the long hall. His eyes bounced across the passing objects from others in the hall to the random healthcare signs on the walls. Passing the third hall he turned sharply and began counting down the room numbers.

0898

0899

0900

Till finally, 0901

He stopped. There was a soft murmuring of voices on the other side of the door. Yoongi was almost too scared to knock but his body was reacting before his brain could and he opened the door.

His eyes meet Jungkook's, who was laying in the hospital bed. His left leg was wrapped up in a bright orange cast and his left hand had a cast around two fingers. His face was okay minus the extremely exhausted expression and dirt the boy was wearing, though he did wear a bright smile when he saw his hyung in the door frame.

"Hyung!" Jungkook called and scared his dad, who was too nose deep in his phone to notice his nephews arrival.

"I hate you Jeon Jungkook." Yoongi sighed and stormed over to the younger.

He felt like crying but not because he was upset, but more as that he was glad he was okay. The build-up of emotions from the anger and anxiety just made him want to let go of the pent-up feelings.

"What'd you do moron." Yoongi faked a scoff and pulled a chair next to the bed.

"I 'wasn't paying attention to my surroundings'," Jungkook said in mocking voice and his father chuckled.