Failing ✔️

Chapter Four

Taehyung's POV

The strong stench of disinfectant assaulted my nose, rousing me from a seemingly deep slumber. Bustling and clanking and muffled chatter filled the once silent atmosphere and I cranked my eyelids open, groaning aloud as shining lights blinded me temporarily.

"Tae!" I could clearly hear my brothers voice, filled with panic and relief as I opened my eyes fully, observing the overly crowded hospital room. The six members including my big brother were dotted around randomly, alert and awaiting any response from me.

"What...happened" my voice was croaky heavily weighed down by my previous unconsciousness.

"We fought and...and you ran out of the dorm. You collapsed on the side walk. Y-your heart stopped Tae! Your heart fucking stopped!! If they d-didn't restart it I-I-" he was cut off by his own sobs, huge ugly globs of salted liquid streaming down his face continuously.

I immediately reach forward and pull him to a hug, my weak arms pulling him tight against my chest as he sobbed into my shoulder, his tears drenching my shirt.

"I'm so sorry Tae! I didn't mean I swear I'm so so sorry. I love you so much I'm sorry!" He yelled between his sobs and I pat his back, shushing him.

"It's ok now Joonie, it's ok I promise look I'm fine." I whisper to him, my own tears beginning to leak and dribble down my cheeks. "I love you too big bro"

He pulls away, sniffing and rubbing his eyes to rid them of the remaining tears. I do the same. "Look at us sobbing like babies" I chuckle "we must look a right state." He laughs, still sniffing.

I look around the rest of the room and see everyone else smiling at us both, a few with tears building up making their own eyes. Jimin makes his way to the side of my bed, closely followed by Jungkook.

"How are you feeling Taehyungie??" Jimin asked, one hand laying on my arm the other clutching tightly onto the white metal rails keeping me hostage in the hospital bed.

"Tired mostly. The morphine has stopped any pain though luckily." I reply, eyes glancing up to the bag of clear liquid with a long thin tube going down until it attached itself to my body.

"You know it's morphine? How?" Namjoon asks from the other side of the room.

"Been in hospitals since I was born and numerous times it was due to collapsing. I'm used to morphine and what hand it's always put in" I chuckle earning sympathetic looks from everyone in the room. Suddenly the door opens and the doctor walks in. I recognise him immediately.

"Doctor Byun? What are you doing here?"

"Hiya Taehyung! Well my colleague Dr. Park alerted me of your condition as I thought it best to travel out here to asses you." He replies cheerfully, glancing down at his clipboard.

"Now, onto the results." His voice looses its previous lightheartedness and becomes serious.

"As I'm sure your brother told you, your heart had to be manually restarted several times. Your condition is undoubtedly worsening and I'm afraid to say but I don't think you're going to reach December. I'm sorry to be the carrier of bad new. In addition to that, unless it's short distances, you will require a wheelchair to move about."

The news hit me like a ton of bricks dropped from a 700 meter height. I won't make it to my 20th birthday. Just as the news settled in my brain the sound of sobbing registers in my ears. The sight of my brother crying his eyes out pulled at my heart strings and I immediately yanked him towards me, hugging him tight as he latched onto me.

"Thank you Doctor Byun" I say, bowing my head as much as possible. The dull ache in my chest worsens as a result of the extra strain of stress. He nods tearfully and walks out, barley containing his sobs. I mange to calm Namjoon against my chest as a nurse comes in with a wheel chair telling me that I could now be discharged. I thank her and detangle myself from my big brother, ushering them all out so I could change.

I slipped on a pair of ripped black jeans, a plain white tee and a fluffy light blue jumper. Namjoon or one of the others must have gone home and got them for me. I waddle over to the wheelchair, my chest blazing as I situate myself into it. I had used a wheelchair many times so I easily opened the door and wheeled myself towards the others who were signing the paperwork associated with my release.

Just as I was about to wheel myself out of the glass doors of the hospital, the chair started moving on its own. I turn and see Jungkook holding the handles, a beaming bunny smile shot my way. I smile brightly back as we made our way to the car.

As we arrived at the dorm, curtesy of the lift, I made my way to my bed room.
I hiked through my suitcase I brought with me and found the familiar black fold up cane I had for emergencies. I stood from the wheelchair, folding it up and pushing it against the back wall.

"Taehyung, dinner!" Seokjin's voice booms down the corridor at me.

"Coming!!" I yell back, using my cane to help me into the kitchen. Sitting at the table, I observe everything. The details of everyone's faces, the way they smiled, the way they laughed, the way they addressed each other, like it would be the last time I would ever see it. Maybe it would.

I came to Soeul seeking comfort and memories with my older brother before I died, but somewhere along the way I gained 5 more who would do anything for me. I just hope it doesn't hurt them too much when I eventually pass away.

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It's short and i know and I'm sorry

Word count: 1015
Published: 29/6/18
Edited: ❌