Spring Day | BTS ✔

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I felt groggy and my brain felt too heavy for my head, but I was awake.

Short nights of sleep were normal for me, though now I was technically on overtime. Hopefully I'd get overtime pay even though all I've really done was spend my night shift in here. I reminded myself to thank Wonpil for not only helping with Jimin's episode and Yoongi's panic attack, but also for covering my shift as well as his own all night.

Jungkook returned a few minutes later, a small conversation between him and Taehyung made us all laugh, brightening the room a little bit.

The rain still fell outside, though it didn't seem as heavy anymore. I stretched in the armchair beneath me, the room silent again. It felt natural, even after so long, to wake up in the same room as the others again. We'd all had either an apartment or were living at home back before the fight, but we usually ended up back at Namjoon and Hoseok's apartment every night.

It was amazing how quickly four years of suffering apart from each other melted away over a day and a night in a hospital recovery room. Of course, the person we all truly owed our apologies too wasn't here for us to give them to him.

I looked around the room for the nth time, wondering about those patients who'd claimed to be suspended in some sort of in between state during their comas. I wondered if Jimin could see us, hear us. If he could, could he be the one responsible for his episodes as the others had wondered?

I felt my heart crack at the idea of it.

A nurse walked in a few minutes later, breaking the silence. It was Chan, or Dino as the nurses all called him. He was an assistant nurse really. He was way too young to be a nurse yet, but since he was on top of all his medical school courses, he got an intern job at the recovery ward. I stood up and followed him into the hall.

"Here's Kim Namjoon's clothes, a friend dropped them off. He's free for discharge after you give him a once over and everything," I nodded.

"Thanks Chan," I ruffled the younger's hair and he beamed. The kid had latched onto my side since his first day on the job. Even Mark said, if he wanted to impress anyone, it was me. I always smiled at that.

Everyone left the room after I was done with Namjoon's vital check so he could change. We all came back in once he was done. He looked a little shaky on the crutches I'd given him, but he was doing fine.

"You'll be good as new in no time, hyung," Jungkook smiled. We all nodded before the smiles turned sad because Jimin wasn't the encouraging voice cheering his hyung on this time.

"He'll be good as new in no time, too," Namjoon smiled, trying to reassure the others. I nodded with him.

"Just give him a little more time," I smiled. Taehyung's face reddened a few minutes later as his stomach growled.

"Hungry?" I laughed and he shrugged.

"How about we all go have breakfast somewhere? I mean, I need to walk after being bed ridden for four days and Jimin's really not going anywhere..." Namjoon suggested.

"Let me call my boss first?" Yoongi waved his phone in his hand and we all nodded. He left the room and we fell into a soft voiced conversation about this and that. It felt as if four years hadn't passed by at all, though at the same time, it was apparent that it had.

Taehyung and Jungkook groaned in shared agony about rent prices, Hoseok laughed about how he'd probably more than fired by tomorrow since he was way late to work all the way back in Gwangju for nth time that week, and Namjoon complaining about these two guys at his work who were always subtly hitting on each other over his desk since he sat between them.

In Namjoon's words 'Wonho needs to stop being a blind baboon and Hyungwon needs to stop being a closeted gay so they can fuck already and let me work in peace'. I had a small feeling Mark and Jackson would be good friends with those two.

It felt normal again, being together and planning to go out for breakfast like it was just another day in our lives. Even despite that, we all shared glances at Jimin and none of our smiles fully reached our eyes because he couldn't join us. I sighed as I wondered when Jimin would see our tears to have him back.

Please don't let our cries last until the days of flower blossoms are over and whatever heaven there may be has long since taken back the only angel on Earth.