Jin ran down streets, panting.
He is heading towards the hospital he was born. They are great.
Namjoon whimpered, blood bubbling from his throat as tears poored down his neck and to his chest. He gripped Jins shirt, the other hand going to his neck as he choked.
Jin slammed Through the hospital doors, calling for his nurse.
His nurse, nurse Choi, came running out, asking what was wrong.
"Please stitches him up! The last hospital didn't do their job well at all." Jin said,handing Namjoon to the nurse.
She called out a stretcher,setting him on and wheenling him away.
They had been here for hours. Jin was still crying, silently though.
Yoongi was blank, dried tears on his face.
Jungkook was burried into Taehyungs chest.
Jimin and Hoseok were holding each other,telling the others it was okay.
"I can't believe we have been so bad to him. Do you think we caused his injurie?"
"I don't recall doing anything to him that included his neck..." Yoongi said blankly, looking up at Jimin with sad eyes before breaking down.
"Hyung what's wrong?" Jimin pulled him close.
"I-i said b-bad things to him!" Yoongi sobbed into Jimins chest.
Jimin shushed him, saying everything was okay.
When the doctor finally came out, Jin rushed to him, asking what was wrong.
"Apparently, fr the news we got from the hospital he came from that we contacted, he had a glass shard cut into his neck from the inside. They don't know how it got there or when it got there, but from the time it's been in his throat it had been cutting him each time he talked or made a noise. We removed the rest of the shards that were in there and stitched him up correctly. The last hospital didn't do so well."
Jin stared at the doctor, unblinking the whole time.
"W-when can we see him?" He asked, biting his lip.
"You can go in there now. But he is sleeping, so try not to wake him. If he wakes up while you guys are in there call us imediatly."
"Yes doctor." Jin said with a small bow, telling them others to follow.
When they got to the room Jins hearts broke.
Namjoon was hooked to many wires, tubes in his nose and mouth,but none in his throat. He was pale, chest rising and lowing slowly as he slept. He looked so peacefull.
Jin sat in the closet chair to the bed, looking at Namjoon with a sad stare.
The others sat too, Jimin having to guide a still crying Yoongi to s chair next to Taehyung.
They sat in silence for a while, small sniffles coming from Yoongi every so often.
Jin looked up when he saw Namjoons finger twitch.
Namjoon woke slowly, blinding white light filling his vision.
"Go gettbt doctor." Jin said, not removing his gaze from Namjoon.
Hoseok stood, walking out h door and soon coming back with the same doctor.
The doctor checked Namjoons pulse, asking small questions that only needed a nod or a shake of his head.
The doctor, Dr. Min, removed some water wires, replacing them with fresh ones before asking the one question Namjoon didn't want to be asked.
"Namjoon how did that glass shard get into your neck in the first place?" He asked, looking at Namjoon in the eyes.
Namjoon looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh right." Dr. Min removed the tube from his mouth.
"Now can you tell me?"
Namjoon took the note pad and pen Dr. Min suddenly pulled out from no where.
My Parents.
"Your parents?! And what were they trying to accomplish by putting glass in your throat?"
They were drunk. I was coming in from school and father pushed me to the wall and forced my mouth open. My mother shoved a shard of her beer bottle into my mouth and down my throat but it got stuck. I didn't tell anyone until a month later when I went to the hospital. But they didn't do so good and released me too early.
Namjoon wrote down, showing it to Dr. Min with a sad expression.
When Dr min was done reading it, he shook his head.
He exited the room , after putting the tube back, saying nothing.
"Namjoon...?" Jin said quitely.
Namjoon flined, eyes wide.
He didn't know they were there the whole time!
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FanfictionHoseok goes into little space during a fan meet, and Jin helps him through it.