Yellow lights // yoonminseok

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The sky turned blue once again, the saftey of the night lost behind the eyelids of his mind. The world was waking up and he wished he was falling asleep.

His back, now more yellow than blue was in more pain than yesterday, his neck and throat sore from hunching over the toilet for the most part of the night.

His lips, swollen and chapped, his glassy eyes and his pale skin indicated it was time to rest. This, taking a pill in the morning that prevents you from throwing up during the day only to put everything in the night, wasn't working anymore.

He needed rest, or else he might not even survive the one year mark. He somehow hoped he wouldn't. And yet Jimin called in to tell Seokjin that he got sick. So, now he laid in bed, the pills ignored and the itching in his throat intensified.

He had a bucket next to the bed, though it really wouldn't matter since he wasn't really puking, was he. Maybe the petals falling from his lips each time he breathed out were a nice touch to his old, small bedroom.

Jimin prepared three 2-liter bottles of water next to his bed as well, so he won't have to get up because  he knows he won't. 

A tear came from his left eye, slid down his cheek and into his ear as he thought of the reason behind his disease. In Jimin's eyes, this wasn't really a disease. It was in a twisted way the proof that you loved someone, and in a way showed how beautiful your love was.

With a final cough he sat up and pulled the bucket to himself and gagged, as forcefully as he could, so the petals would come out faster. They never did, but the instict never went away.

The bucket filled to the brim, hands shaking and stomach empty, Jimin walked to the bathroom to dump the petals into the toilet. Maybe the saliva wouldn't be so good for the room.

He slowly walked back, to the kitchen now, well, his living room, kitchen and bedroom were really one thing, to get some toast.

He didn't get far before he hunched over and sicked all over the floor. He was laying there, in his own petals when Seokjin arrived to check up on him.

Quickly, Seokjin dialled Jimin's doctor and drove him to the emergency. There the doctor waited and as he saw Jimin's state, he called over several nurses, who ran to get what they needed.

Jimin was taken into the special department, into a surgery room and Seokjin had to wait outside. The wait was unbearable. Mostly because of Jimin's disease.

Inside Jimin was unconscious, his breathing shallow and his throat convulsing. It was clear right away that something wanted out and it will get out.

They had to sedate him, not with anesthesia but with a drug that would make him unable to move. He will probably wake up soon but moving was not the best thing to happen here.

They waited a thirty seconds before the doctor grabbed whatever he needed and ordered two nurses to keep Jimin's mouth opened. He started to push the tools down Jimin's throat, in order to get to whatever wanted out.

As soon as he felt that he hit something, he pressed a small button and grabbed the thing. He started slowly, gently pulling and after a minute was able to get the first flower out.

Then he had to go back and grab the second one, and after that the third. He had to be careful and go down with small scissors to go as low as possible, now with a camera, and cut the stems.

The flowers were sent into analysis and the doctor started to take out some petals and leaves that fell and stuck to the throat or Jimin's mouth.

After they were done, the nurses and the doctor all sighed in relief, they were able to help however after that, the atmosphere was filled with bitter, grey silence. No one looked around, no one dared to move, all eyes were on Jimin.

The year mark has passed.