Saving Grace [discontinued]

{chapter 15} - breathe pt. 2

I didn't remove my head from Jungkook's shoulder until we reached the back of the plane, mostly because he smelled amazing. The mixture of his still rain-soaked hair and his natural soapy scent was intoxicating.

You're so dumb. Stop smelling him before he catches you and makes you look like an idiotic perv, I internally scolded myself.

Jungkook alerted me that we'd made it to the back of the mini-plane with one of his signature side-squeezes and a playful smirk that quickly disappeared when he took in what was happening around us. I reluctantly removed my head from Jungkook's neck and stared at the scene in front of me.

Namjoon, the doctor, and three other unfamiliar men had formed a circle around Sana's limp body that was resting on the floor. Namjoon and the doctor were crouched over the body, both men wearing concerned expressions. As I shifted in Jungkook's arms to get a better view of the situation, a warbled cry escaped my throat when I took in Sana's state.

Her lips were dry and broken, her normally tan skin pale as freshly fallen snow. What worried me the most was the lack of movement in her chest. All of the places on her body that should have showed signs of breathing were completely and utterly still.

Her own body was suffocating her, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Even though I wanted to do nothing more than rip my eyes away from the scene in front of me, I couldn't bring myself to. My body was frozen in pure fear and shock.

The doctor started to hurriedly pull a portable machine and various cables out a silver suitcase, Namjoon rushing over a couple seconds later to help disentangle the cords. The idol quickly scrambled over to the outlet and plugged the machine in, almost tripping over one of Sana's legs in the process.

Once the machine was plugged in, puffs of white smoke began to emerge from one of the clear tubes. The dark haired doctor snatched the tube and connected it to one of the scary looking breathing masks that I'd only seen on medical reality tv shows. He muttered something to Namjoon which made the idol's eyes widen and his body lean backwards in hesitance. When the doctor snapped at him to, "Just do it," the leader gulped and knelt carefully next to Sana's head. Namjoon's hands awkwardly shifted under Sana's soaked hair and lifted her head so that the doctor could slip the nebulizer mask onto her face. After the doctor adjusted some settings on the machine, he leaned back and let out a heavy sigh, eyes fixed on Sana's mask-wearing face.

For a moment everyone was silent. Gazes were trapped on Sana's body and her lack of response to the breathing treatment. The air carried a sense of premature mourning that gnawed at my thumping heart. Hot tears ran down my cheeks and pitiful whimpers escaped my sore throat.

I can't lose both of my best friends in one day.

Suddenly, Sana's chest moved. The sharp and brisk inhale was so powerful that her upper body arched up against the floor, and the slow and silent exhale carefully lowered her back down. The entire room breathed a collective sigh of relief. I covered my mouth to muffle my cries of joy.

I watched as Sana's eyes tiredly fluttered open, only to widen in panic mere seconds later. Her arms moved out to the side to sit up but the doctor kneeling next to her eased her to lay back down. Her breathing was starting to get shallow again. I looked up to Jungkook and started to point desperately to the ground next to Sana. Luckily, Jungkook understood my erratic motions and gingerly lowered my body next to Sana's. I took her cold hand in both of mine and started to speak in a calming manner, like a mother comforting her child with a scraped knee.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, just breathe," I whispered soothingly. Tears swelled in my eyes again when I saw just how afraid my friend was. "Please never stop breathing again," I begged as I lowered my head to the ground to hide my tears.

When there wasn't a response from the girl next to me, I wiped my tears on the back of my hand and lifted my head. Sana looked a little less panicked now that she had a familiar face next to her, but her eyes were still feverishly scanning the room. I stifled back a laugh when her eyes stopped on Namjoon's figure. I watched as she attempted to speak from under the nebulizer mask, even though only muffled sounds came out.

"Excuse me sir, can she take off the mask now?" I asked the doctor with hopeful eyes.

The doctor responded, but my vocabulary was definitely not advanced enough to understand his answer.  I was about to pull out my phone to find a translation app when a realization popped into my head. My gaze slowly shifted to Namjoon, who was standing next to Jungkook. I had my own personal translator right behind me.

"Namjoon oppa, could you translate what the doctor said for me?" I asked expectantly, making sure that I remembered my honorifics. Man, if only my professors could see me now.

"Of course," Namjoon responded confidently. "Hyung-nim said that he's going to check her lungs and then she can take the mask off."

I bowed my head in gratitude for the translation and turned my attention back to the doctor, who was now wearing a stethoscope and tracing the metal disk over Sana's chest. When he nodded and gave a thumbs up, Sana yanked the mask off of her face and buried me in a tight hug. We both sat there for a minute or two, relishing in each other's presence. While we were still embracing, Sana shifted her head so that her face was right next to my ear.

"Hey Grace?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook standing over there?"

"Yep"

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namjoon's last vlive was quite possibly the best thing i've ever seen for the following reasons
-namjoon is hot af
-i mean really what is his skin care routine
-does jungkook really walk around looking that good???!!
-namjoon is whipped for jin

jungkookslollipop 🍭