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"Chapter 31"

After Ji-Young left, it was a constant pattern of doctors and parents and therapists. But no Ji-Young. I gave strict orders to not see her. It was a mistake to ask her to come the first time. Why did I do it? Because I'm selfish.

My phone lit up beside me and buzzed. Instead of answering, I left it, knowing who would be calling or texting or emailing. Ji-Young. It had taken me a few days, but by now I had managed to piece together bits about her. Memories were fuzzy until before the new school year, but the memories were returning. But even without any memories, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know what my feelings were towards her. 

I turned on Netflix, aimlessly scrolling through shows and movies when a knock at the door sounded. It was a heavy knock, so I knew it wouldn't be Ji-Young. Purely because of that, I reached beside me, past all the half empty glasses and plates, and pressed the button to open the door. A slight crack in the door formed and two heads popped in.

"Well don't you look like the epitome of health."

"Shut up, Jimin." I growled, wanting to throw my pillow at him but knowing I wouldn't have the strength for it. So instead I just gave him a glare.

"I brought you snacks! Because it must be sad in here and food makes everything better." Taehyung produced a bag from behind him and then sat down on the edge of my bed. I winced and he looked worried but I shook a hand at him, signalling that I'm fine.

"So you guys are good now?" Jimin asked, a crease between his eyebrows as he looked between us both. I frowned back, confused as to what he meant.

"We had a fight?"

"O-Oh nevermind." Jimin stuttered and tripped on his words, sitting down in the chair beside my bed. Next to him, my phone lit up again, PRINCESS , across the screen."Why do I save her as that" I asked myself. Jimin's gaze shifted from me to the phone and he picked it up, handing the thin black slab towards me. Shaking my head, I pushed the phone away and just let it ring to voicemail.

Taehyung and Jimin looked between each other with confused gazes, their eyes thin as they tried to think. Taehyung looked between me and the phone continuously whilst Jimin just sat there, a crease between his eyebrows again. I reached over the bed, wincing slightly, and slapped between his eyebrows with two fingers. 

"Stop frowning, you'll get wrinkles." I huffed, shifting back into my usual position.

"B-but-" They both said in unison.

"B-But what?" I mimicked, slightly annoyed. "I have my reasons, let me have them."

"I'm just so confused, you were literally wrapped around her little finger and now you're ignoring her!" Jimin stood up and played like he was about to slap me. "Aish, you're so young and stupid."

"Shut up, you're not that much older than me."

"You two love each other, you're probably never going to get another Ji-Young."

"I know that." Instead of facing them, I studied my hands. The left one was worse than the right. Much of my left side was in bad condition, skin scraped off in some areas. On the left, I had three cracked ribs,a broken arm and a shattered leg bone. My other leg was as well broken. "Look, I just-" I paused, emotion catching in my throat slightly.

"I found out this morning about my injury's. My leg is broken so badly I may not walk again. I shattered my knee cap and broke my fibula in two places on the left, and broke my tibia on the right as well as hurting my knee. I can't remember everything but just from my one meeting with her, I know she must have meant a lot to me, and I guess I do too to her. So I couldn't bear to see her see me like this. She should just get on with her life. She wouldn't love a cripple anyway." A few tears rolled down my cheeks and splattered on the white fabric of the bed sheet.

"Don't say that you idiot. She's been through hell and back with her body, I don't think she'd stop loving you because yours may not work. And you didn't break your spine, so it is all fixable." Jimin sat on the white bars that skimmed the bed and hugged me around the neck with one arm. It hurt but I didn't protest. 

"Just don't tell her. Even though I have no clue why, I can't bear to see her sad." I said but it barely came out as even a whisper. Yet they both heard and nodded and we all sat in silence for a minute, letting the reality sink in.

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Welp how tragic. Maybe three-four more chapters then the epilogue. Will Jungkook get better??? Hmmm, I don't know, lets see what my fingers and the keyboard decide on.

It was a filler chapter so it isn't very good and it was short but hey, it's okay. Hopefully the coming chapters will be better.