In Shades of Forever

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"She's gonna be just fine, gentlemen." The doctor tells all seven of the boys huddled together at my bedside.

Though Jin and Taehyung had been solely responsible for getting me to the hospital, the rest of the boys had joined shortly.

"Just keep an eye in her, and make sure that she takes it easy for a few days. She'll be right as rain in no time."

I wish he wouldn't talk about me as if I'm not here, but he hasn't been able to look me in the eye not even once. There's something, somewhere in the back of my mind, that tells me something isn't right. There's something... Missing. Something that I can't seem to remember, but it feels important.

But something is telling me to be wary.

"I'm just going to go ahead and change the drip for you, " he says warmly, reaching for my IV bag.

I don't know why, but something doesn't feel right!

"Don't you dare!" I scream, panicking internally over the sheer amount of anxiety that this man gives me.

"You need my permission to give me any kind of treatment. I deny that IV bag, " I tell him harshly, pointing at the object in question.

"Chloe, please..." Taehyung edges softly. "Let the doctor take care of you. I think I know, how you must feel, but I promise you're safe. He's just trying to help."

With panicked eyes I regard Tae, why can't he feel it? Why doesn't he see what I see?

"Don't!" I shout at the doctor, but it's too late.

I rip the needle out of my arm, jerking it by the cord. Already I feel a little woozy, head spinning rapidly. Turning my head is about all I can muster.

"Yoongi," I groan.

To my relief he seems to understand what I want, and he leans in.

"Something, " I ramble weakly "something's not-the drip-something's wrong...please."

And just like that, I pass out.

"Move, " Yoongi snarls at the doctor, reaching for the bag.

He lifts the bag to his face, sniffing carefully. 

"You're coming with me, " Yoongi growls at the Doctor, pulling handcuffs from his belt.

"What do you mean?" The doctor replies, voice hitching in response to the increasingly stressful situation. "I don't know anything!"

"Oh, " Yoongi bites out. "We'll see about that."

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"So you're telling me that you don't even know what was in the bag?" Yoongi snarls, grabbing the doctor by the collar of his shirt with enough rage in his eyes to make any man wet himself. "You really want me to believe that Dr. Kang?"

"I swear!" The frightened man squeals. "I was just paid by some American guy to give it to her!"

"You disgust me, " Yoongi scoffs, throwing the man back into his seat and watching with feral eyes as the chair teeters for a moment before toppling entirely.

As he stands, Yoongi's intimidating aura fills the room. Like a thick miasma, it seems to choke all other emotion until fear is the only thing left remaining in Dr. Kang's widened eyes.

"Wait!" He screams, hands shielding his face in terror just as Yoongi begins to walk towards him, every promise of pain etched into his very countenance. "I'll tell you everything! I swear!"

Yoongi sits immediately, eyes still simmering with rage. "Then start talking." He commands.

"Like I said, this American bigshot paid me to give that to her!" Doctor Kang reiterates shakily, not even bothering to pick himself up and off of the floor. "I wasn't given a name, and I didn't ask, but he paid me a small fortune."

"Anything else you feel like sharing?" Yoongi drawls threateningly.

"I really don't know anything else I swear!"

"You know what? Yoongi asks coldly. " I really don't believe you. Of course, you wouldn't lie with so many felonies hanging over your head, would you?"

If possible, the doctor seems to become even greener than before.

"Actually, " the coward hedges "I just remembered, but he asked me to contact him once I'd seen her. The man who gave me both the money and the drug should be on his way to the hospital right now!"

"Shit!" Yoongi curses, rushing to his feet and grabbing the simpering coward by the collar of his shirt once more in the matter of only a few strides. "You'd better hope he doesn't get his hands on her!"