Before It's Too Late | Yoonmin

Chapter 8

"I don't have time to fucking drive home, damn it! Call a cab or some shit, I don't fucking care! Just hurry the fuck up and get here!" I scream into the phone as I follow closely behind the ambulance that they rushed Yoongi into. I'm grateful for the fact that I've already passed by two police cars and neither have bothered to pull me over, letting me follow closely and speeding way over the fucking limit. It's not that I want to go this fast or be this close, but I'm terrified that if I fall too far behind that, I'll lose them. That I'll lose Yoongi hyung. And I can't do that. I can't afford to lose Yoongi.

As we finally pull into the lot for the hospital, I quickly hurry to get the car into some sort of appropriate parking space. Unfortunately, I take the time to actually turn it off and take the keys with me before running out to the front doors. I don't even care about the tears that are streaming down my cheeks, I don't care that I look like a fucking mess, none of it matters right now. Not an ounce of it. Hell, it's the last thing that's on my fucking mind as I try to follow the nurses wheeling Yoongi away on a bed. However, two more nurses show up, pulling me back so as not to let me follow them into the emergency room, causing me to crumble right there onto the floor into a sobbing mess.

"Sir, were going to need to ask you to wait in the waiting room. They're going to do everything they can to save your friend. Okay? We need to you calm down and go to the waiting room right now though. Someone will be out when they're finished taking care of him." The older woman says calmly as she rubs my back. I just sniffle through the tears, lifting my head up to look at her.

"They're gonna save him, right? They're gonna save him and make him better?" I question, not even caring as my voice cracks in the midst of my speaking. She gives me a soft smile though, nodding her head.

"They're going to do everything they can to save your friend, young man. Come on. Let's go get you to the waiting room and see if there's something we can't get you right now." She tells me in a gentle tone, helping me back up onto my feet. I don't respond to her, letting the two of them escort me to the waiting room on the third floor quietly. Unsurprisingly, I'm the only one there when we reach the waiting room, no one else inside.

"Is there anything we can get you? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?" The younger nurse offers calmly with a small smile. I bite my lip, looking down to the floor.

"Hot chocolate would be good, please." I whisper, still feeling tears rolling down my warm cheeks mercilessly.

"We'll be right back with that then, dear. Go ahead and take a seat. It looks like it might be a little while before your friend is out. We'll go grab you a blanket as well." The older woman informs me with a small smile, ruffling my hair gently before walking out again. I sigh quietly to myself, wrapping my arms around myself as I walk over to one of the chairs in the room.

I would've asked for maybe tea or coffee if I knew it were going to help calm me down. Though, I know it'll only wind me up. Hot chocolate has always been the go-to whenever I needed calming down. My parents would make it for me whether it were winter or summer, if I needed something to help keep me calmer, it was always hot chocolate. They gave me a large cup of it while I was in the waiting room after the accident my mother had been in, gave it to me before bringing me inside to visit her so that I wouldn't freak out as badly.

Time passes by though, however I'm not fully in touch with reality. When the boys arrive, I've already got the cup of hot chocolate and the blanket wrapped around myself. I can't even bring myself to utter anything more than 'Yoongi' once, and that's only when they question what the hell they're all doing here at a stupidly late hour without having previously been given any explanation.

I only react when I finally spot a doctor figure enter the room, seemingly looking around for us. I don't hesitate in jumping up, being the first to react as I hold my now empty cup with me as I rush to the man. Though, even just the look on his face makes my heart drop as I head the other five shuffle over to us.

"I take it your all the group here for Min Yoongi?" The man asks softly. I nod instantly, wanting answers already as he sighs.

"Your friend is lucky. A few seconds later and he'd be dead. I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure why he isn't already dead. We had to pump his stomach, seems that he took nearly an entire bottle of pills of some sort. The alcohol that he had with it didn't exactly help him out either. Though, with the mixture of the amount of pills he took and the amount of smoke in his lungs, he's extremely lucky to be alive right now. He is out of surgery, but he's also going to be unconscious for at least a few days. It's hard to tell just how long he's going to out for, but he's lucky he's not dead. So, I can show you all to his room now, if you'd like to see him."