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A trip? - 4

I was finally allowed out of my room freely, the doctor told me to be careful due to all the damage my body had endured over the years. He also still restricted my use of the physical room, I was only allowed to use it for an hour tops, at least until I gained more weight. So the first thing I did was stop by Jimin's room, but his door was close and there was another boy in the room talking to him. I peered in for a few moments, and I saw that Jimin glanced at me from the talking boy. I decided not to disturb them though and continued on down the hall. My mood was a little curious and I probably looked like a very tall, little kid wondering around the halls the way I was. But I searched for the physical room is all, following the signs until I got to the place I was looking for. When I checked everything out I decided to walk back to my room.

When I went to pass Jimin's room I saw the door was open, so I decided to peek around the corner to see if there was anyone in his room. Sadly there was still that boy, sitting in the room sitting in a chair at the end of his bed, while Jimin sat on his bed. I sigh lightly and began to walk again.

"ACE! Hey wait!" I heard a voice call my name.

I turn around and looking into Jimin's room, he and the boy were now looking at me. I walk into the room awkwardly. The boy still sat in the chair, and Jimin on his bed.

"Yes?" I ask politely, a small memory of when this used to happen at the house popped in my head, but I ignored it.

I shifted uncomfortably in my hospital gown that didn't quite fit me. They looked at each other.

"I saw you peek in earlier, is there something you needed?" he asks looking at me.

My hand immediately goes to the back of my neck as I laugh lightly, embarrassed that he saw me.

"No, not really. I was just wondering if you wanted to explore the hospital with me, I was trying to find the physical room." I say, opening my eyes to look at him.

He wears a frown.

"Oh i'm sorry, maybe later? Or..." he trails off.

"Well I already found it, but I still need help finding the cafeteria I guess. I don't really think the nurses will be bringing me my lunch and the doctor says I need to gain at least ten pounds by Friday so..." I trail, realizing I just rambled.

"Alright then, later. Right?" he asks with a small smile.

"Yeah, if you are up for it!" I smile.

"Of course. Oh! Before I forget, this is Jungkook my friend! He's twenty, the youngest of my friends." he introduced his friend who is still sitting in the chair.

Jungkook, after jimin introduces him, gets up from his chair. He goes for a hand shake, but I just watch his hand, I feel the anxiety rush through me, but I push it away. I smile bowing politely.

"Hello, the names Ace, I'm also twenty. It's nice to meet you." I stand straight again.

The two give each other a look but then their gazes return to me. I feel judged all of a sudden, with the human interaction that I'm not used to. I smile nervously. There's a knock on the door, we all look to it. There's a nurse that I saw the first day I got here, she looks shocked to see me.

"Mr. Quo, what are you doing in here? Does Ms. Sadi know you are here?" she starts asking many questions and I laugh awkwardly at the name she called me.

"Ahhh, it's totally alright! She knows i'm here I promise! And please don't call me that." I panic, anxiety starting to rush through me even more.

"Oh alright, but isn't that your name young man?" she asks and I glance back at the guys behind me looking at me.

"No ma'am, not the one I go by. That name doesn't mean anything to me anymore." I mumble the last part.

"Oh okay then, you should talk to Ms. Sadi about that. Anyways I just came to get Jimin for his check up." she said moving her attention from me to Jimin.

I look back at him, shocked. But he looked upset. As he got up and left the room saying goodbye to us I watched, I watched the sadness in his eyes. Once it was just us two left in the room, watching the door I turn to Jungkook, but he was already watching me.

"Oh, umm, well I better go. My room is just two doors down, it was nice meeting you. I got more episodes of SpongeBob to catch up on." I laugh awkwardly, going to walk out the door.

"What's your story then? Why are you here? There seems to be nothing wrong with you, so why are you here?" I hear him ask, I pause in my steps.

I turn back to look at him, my face has gone from its happy, go lucky smile to serious. He's visibly shocked by this.

"You shouldn't ask someone you just met so many personal questions, like i'd tell." I say before smiling once more.

"If anything i'm pretty tired, I might just go back to my room and sleep. Bye!" I laugh lightly walking out of the room, when I get halfway to my room, my smile drops and I glare at the floor.

Nothing wrong with me? Like you would know. I see there isn't many things physically wrong with me, and yet, i'm a crushed soul. I'm so fucked up mentally. I guess he wouldn't know though, because he probably hasn't gone through what I have.

I shake my head, trying to be more positive. I close my door and turn off the lights, I flop down on my very uncomfortable hospital bed. At least its better than the bed at the apartment. I sigh, falling asleep quickly.