BTS SMERALDO THE NOTES 1 (Edited & Translated)

Jimin: 11 May Year 22

The Topmost Floor in the City
Part 4

That wish was just a wish. Instead, a cycle of seizures, injections, and drug induced sleep, that felt like falling off a cliff, continued. When I woke up, it felt like I was covered in mud. Mud that looked like blood. No matter how hard I tried to wash it off, I could still smell hat warehouse. I scrubbed myself until I bled. I would never be able to clean off the dirt from my skin, even if it looked spotless.

Whenever the doctor asked me about it, I trembled and apologized profusely. I told him I was all my fault. I begged him to help me forget about it. And then, I pretended that nothing had ever happened. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. I told him I didn't remember anything.

So I gazed at the doctor and smiled.

"I don't remember anything."

Did the doctor actually believe me? I wasn't sure, but what was important was that I became a good kid. My life at the hospital was peaceful. It was an ideal place to idle my time away. I didn't long for anything and didn't feel constrained, scared or lonely.

That was, until last night. Before I met Hoseok again.

I was transferred to the surgery ward because I fought with the idiot who kept trying to get to the door at the end of the hallway despite the nurses' constraint. Both of us were injured and put into two different rooms on the fifth floor of the surgery ward. I was put in a six-person room. My bed was in the middle, and patients on either side changed frequently.

I woke up in the middle of the night. The patient next to me seemed to be having a nightmare. I was sick and tired of nightmares. I didn't need to hear him suffer as well. I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to put up with it for a while. Finally, I couldn't stand it and got up.

I tapped his shoulder and tried to help.

"it's okay, it's just a dream."

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