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JIMIN stared at the camcorder that was placed in front of him. He sat on a cold metal bed with only a sanitary sheet covering it, and was dressed in the hospital issued clothing; a simple pair of white scrubs.
"Mr.Park, I'm sorry to break it to you, but you have been diagnosed with M̨̲͍͙̊͗͋̋̈́̌͂͘͢͡ù̵̠͇̰̲̺̒͌́͋̔̅͋͠͞n̸̺͇̟̩̝̩̓͌͋͊͋͜͡ͅc̨̨̫̱̫̫̐̀̂̅̒̾̃̋͢͡h̫͇͈̱̄͐̀̓͒̎̃́͘͞ͅā̴̬̲̭̲̠̝̝̣͔͗̔̌̿̋͟ư̤̫̦͖̞͚͔̻̌̅̀̏̔͛͗̋͘s͍̻̫̯͕̙͊̏̏͋͟͞e̴̞̭̗̩͇̳͆͒̂͒̒̀͗͢n̵͈̤̼̮̟̙̈́̌͌̏͑͌̒'̧̡̙͔͔͉̩̭͛͊͆͋̅̕͟͟ş̷̨̛̦͓̫̳͔̬͎̀̎̏̈͐͐͘͝ͅ s͇̭̪͙̩͍͑̄̔̿̇͢͜ͅͅy̴̧̪̘̜̙̝̭͇̘͇͒͋͗̔͠n̷͈̞̪͉̫̑͂͑͆͌̾̆͗͞d̴̳̤̣̗͓̀͌̾̐͛͋́̋͆͡r̷͚͓͉̯̤͕͉͊̅̓́̉̊̅̇̊͝ȯ̶͕̼͚͔͉̓̊̆́̕m̢̢̛̟͚͖̰̖̯̈̐̀̒̕ę̷̡̨̪͖̬͎̬͛̂̂͛͒̍͡. a mechanic voice rang out.
THAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO.
JIMIN'S POV
Eyes glazed, I stare blankly at the empty hospital bed in front of me, my knees pulled up to my chest, with my head resting atop of them. It was cold and quiet.
I had grown use to the cold, the terrible feeling of chills running down my spine like electricity through water now had an odd sense of satisfaction that I was able to feel anything at all.
The clock ticked too loudly for my liking.
TIK TOK
TIK TOK
It would mock me.
Alone in the solitude of my own thoughts, they begin to trail towards the only happy day in here sinceI had been admitted in the hospital.
My birthday celebration.
Everyone had come down to visit me, and I got to leave my bare room for a while. My lips tugged a bit at the memory. We had fooled around, popping party poppers and telling jokes like how we did before in the abandoned room in school.
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