Underground producer

Chapter 30

I smiled and felt more relieved as Ieft the station. Before I left the building I decided to talk to the Doc and thank him for arranging this meeting. There was a good chance that he risked his position by granting me this wish.

As I turned the corner I passed the oncology department and let my eyes wander around and saw some patients receiving treatment. It send shivers down my spine. Diagnosed with a terminal disease and receiving therapy that could kill you before cancer would. This was just how I perceived it which was indeed exaggerated. This type of disease catches you off guard and turns the leaf within a fraction of a second of being diagnosed. I would not wish this upon my worst enemy or any other species knowing that it harbours so much pain and desperation only the strong ones can take up on.

I walked passed many treatment rooms and nearly reached the exit of the station as a nurse appeared in front of me leaving a room alongside a masked patient. She was holding a container with the chemo injection for the patient that followed her. They did not speak at all. Something striked me as I watched them both vanish into the last treatment room on the right side or the corridor. That patient looked somehow very familiar but I could not wrap my head around it completely. I stopped in front of the door of that treatment room and debated on whether I was just seeing things. The nurse excited the room after 5 min and did not even pay attention to me. I tried to look through the small window in the door to catch a glimpse of the patient but I could not see his face at all. My hand was already sliding the door open trying to figure out what was causing this tumult in me. Why did I care about who it was? How high were the chances that I actually know that person? What if I do know that person? Did I really wanted to find out? I was terrified but still I walked in quietly and closed the door behind me. I needed to know.

As in slow motion I made my way to the patient as he pulled down his mask. His eyes were closed and he was listing to music. I felt my heart sank as I figured who it was. How was this even possible? Why did I not know? Why was he here alone? It was Jimin. He was hooked up to a chemotherapy cocktail. He had cancer and judging by the absence of anyone close to him he kept it a secret. How could something so bad happen to someone so warm, polite and good like him. It did not seem fair but again in which scenario would it be fair. Would I have know if I had hung out more with him or the guys in general? We were friends but what kind of friend was I since I was not here for him. Tears escaped my eyes but I wiped them away quickly because I had not right to cry right now. I needed to be there for him.

As I stepped closer to the bed I took his hand which made him remove his earpieces and look on who had joined him. His amused face which he had just seconds ago was wiped away and replaced by an utterly shocked one.

" What are you doing here?", he asked me in disbelief mixed with shame.

I tightened the grip on his hand and looked at him with a smile.

" I was here visiting A.J and her baby. On my way to see the Doc I saw someone familiar walk into a chemotherapy room with a nurse. Now I see that it is you...You have not told anyone right?", I asked him calmly.

He leaned back and shook his head. Jimin was scared and I was sure that he did not want anyone to be worried about him. He was someone who put everyone else's well-being before his. I nodded and shared a warm smile with him.

" Ok! Then it is only me and you. I will be here with you through it all. This is what friends are for right? I am not going anywhere ok", I said to him and he nodded. His eyes which reflected his restlessness seemed to be more calm now.

"Thanks", he said and closed his eyes again. The only sound that filled the room was the IV dripping into his system.

The nurse came back in and seemed confused about me being here.