My last gift

Namjoon's POV

'I wish i could see you when i wake up... or even if i will...'
i thought before drifting off by anaesthesia.

(Jin's POV)

I woke up to an aching sting through my head.
My eyes squinted from the sharp sunlight that shone through the parted blinds.
I looked up and saw a white ceiling, but something seemed to be covering half of my face.

It was placed on the almost- centre of my face.
It was actually helping me breath better.
I looked up my left side to see a bag hung on a metal stand, full of reddish brown liquid which a clear tube was attached to.
My eyes slowly trailed down the tube and saw that the tube was attached to the dorsal side of my hand.

I looked around to see greyish white walls surrounded all four sides of my room.
That one wall had a pale- yellow door attached which might be the bathroom. The knob of the door twisted with a 'click' sound, telling that there was someone coming out.

I sighed out of relief thinking Namjoon waited here for me.
I looked back smiling, but erased when i saw a female figure exiting the room.
She turned to me and smiled at me.
She had a bright appearance and seemed like the kind and nice type of person.

I would be lying if I wasn't disappointed with the one coming out wasn't the one who i expected to be.

'H-he isn't here..'

'He wasn't waiting for me..'

My tears flowed out as sadness tore me apart.
I sniffed under the oxygen (oxyjin 😂) mask as I couldn't stop my tears from escaping my orbs.

The lady rushed to my bed and looked at me worriedly. She scanned me up and down and held my arm.

'Are you ok sir? Are you in pain?' she questioned me in a tensed voice.

I nodded carefully answering her.
She seemed to be relieved at once as she heard my answer.

'Ok sir, Do u remember anything that happened?' she asked again.
I slowly recalled what happened and surprisingly i memorised almost everything.

I slowly lifted my hand, freeing from her grasp, she backed up, maybe feeling embarrassed.
I slid off my mask weakly and tried to speak.

'K-kim n-namjoon, i-is he here?' I asked that almost came out in a whisper.

I was fully hoping that she knew where he was.
I looked up to her waiting for an answer as she flipped through the white sheets on her medical board.

'O-oh, kim namjoon, he was your blood donor, do you know him?' she answered, clueless that i knew him.

'D-donor?' '
B-blood?' '
F-for me?'

Worry start filling me up as negative thought dropped me lower and lower.
'W-where is he?' I asked .

'Oh, he's in the other room, recharging his energy, he is in good state.' She answered.

'C-can i go see him?'

'Yea, of course, I'll help you.'
She answered once again patiently and we went to his room.

I nervously opened the door and saw him sleeping peacefully with a bag of transparent liquid hung down connected to him.
I felt bad because he is in a state like this, just because of me.

I walked towards him and sat down on the chair near him.
I interwind our fingers together and gripped them tight.
I leaned my head on the attached hand and closed my eyes.

'I'm sorry joon-ah, you're like this because of me..'

Suddenly i felt movement in my hand and looked up at him.
He was looking at me.... smiling through the mask.
A wave of relief washed over me, i felt as if a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.
I wiped off my tears and was about to say something but he cut me off.
He leaned over to the side-table and grabbed something.
He turned towards me and grabbed my hand.
He opened it and handed me something.

I opened it to reveal a beautiful velvety box, a paper and a red envelope.
I was gonna open it when he held my hand, stopping me from doing so.
He laid straight back facing the ceiling and smiled, smiling.

He shifted his gaze towards me and 'i love you' he mouthed.

I smiled at him. 'I love yo-' I didn't got to finish my sentence.
His grasp around my wrist left and his heart monitor, screaming a loud noise.
My heart dropped when I looked at it, 'n-n-n-o-o'
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                                'a f-flat line'
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