Terrible Things

Chapter 20 - Then

"-oongi"

My head is underwater, the sounds around me muffled by it. My lungs scream for air, my brain begging me to just breathe.

"Yoongi-"

My mind tries to surface, my body waking up.

Was someone calling me?

I try to wade through the blackness of my mind, trying to make my way back to the voice. Jimin would be-

Jimin.

My heart clenches at his name, my breath choking me. I'm a open nerve, his name a wind breezing over me, shooting pain through me with every touch.

"Yoongi come on-"

Someone's calling me. I should open my eyes, should answer-

But did it matter?

Not anymore. Not without him.

I give up the fight, letting the darkness take me back, my mind receding into the numbness of it-

A baby cries, the sound clear despite the fogginess of my mind.

Taehyung.

I can't leave him.

I claw my way to my senses, Hoseok's face coming into view of my already open eyes.

"Hoseok," I croak, focusing on him.

His eyes water, a small smile gracing his lips as he cups my cheeks. "Thank god," he breathes. "I've been calling you for ages, but you just kept staring into nothing, tears running down your cheeks."

"Wha-"

He shakes his head, "I don't know anything. Namjoon was at your house, looking for you, when the phone rang. It was the hospital, apparently they couldn't find you. He and Jin rushed down here as soon as they could, and they searched until they found you in the ambulance bay." His eyes soften, the pity in them almost breaking me. "It's freezing out there, Yoongi. Why didn't you come inside? Namjoon said you were barely even there, like your body was just a shell but you were gone."

I look away from him, finally taking in my surroundings. I'm sitting on a chair in a private waiting room, a door closing us off from the rest of the world.

How do I explain to Hoseok that I don't remember even getting in here? That my mind shut down after those horrible alarms deafened me, my world inploding on itself.

"Namjoon brought you in hours ago," he explains. Rising off the floor, he takes the seat beside me, leaning his head back against the wall. "He and Jin went to get some food."

"I heard a baby," I say quietly, swallowing. I didn't want to ask about Jimin, about Taehyung.

"Little Kook is here with his parents. They didn't exactly have anywhere to take him in the rush."

My heart falls. So not Taehyung.

The door opens, voices flowing in.

"He's going to need us to-" Jin's voice cuts off. "Yoongi."

I don't want to turn towards him, already knowing that I can't handle to see the pity in his eyes or the tears I hear in his voice. Staring at the floor, I ignore his attempts to call to me, not answering even when they're right in front of me.

"We just want to know what happened," Namjoon says quietly. "All we know is that Jimin was in an accident, if you could just tell us what happened we could help, we could try to-"

"Try to what?" I growl, squeezing my hands together. I whip my head up, their eyes widening at the tears in my own. "We can't make this better, Joon. So don't you dare try to say that we could try to." He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "You can say it because you're there," I point to him, his perfectly safe mate and child by his side, "and I'm here." Alone. Mateless. Unsure of whether or not my family will make it through this.