11:28am
"You are doing very well Yoongi showing signs of a early dismissal" my nurse at states patching up my arm. "Thank you" I reply bowing my head as she exits the room.
I let out a very held in sigh finally being alone again. The hospital isn't that bad despite the horrible food, loud ass patients especially that Kim who just screams at night for reasons I'm too gone to look into, and my doctor who is very judgmental. But it's the place that heals you right?
There were exactly three tiny knocks before the door open, I thought it was the lunch crew but instead I was greeted by some guy. He had flowers. "Yoongi right?" I nod hesitatingly how does this stranger know my name?
"I'm Hoseok you might not remember me but-" once I heard the word, Hoseok. I instantly knew he was the guy from the 911 call, "the 911 operator umm yeah I remember you" I responded flatting out my sheet.
"I'm so glad your alive" he say as he places the flowers next to me on the table. I see him glance at my arm well more like my wrist, I cover up my wrist with my hand not wanting him to see.
Nurses, doctors, hell maybe even the cleaning people seen the scars but Hoseok is different. There ugly and embarrassing I mean imagine almost killing yourself but then you make it. That's embarrassing.
"How are you" he ask clutching his hands together rubbing his fingers along his veins. He has really pretty hands, I can't seem to pull my eyes away from them. "Better then ever" I reply hiding my wrist away.
"Nice sarcasm" I smile and scratch the side of my neck. "I have never done this before, I just couldn't help but find you after the call" what can I say to that.
Oh well you did good, you found me. Why is he interested in me I literally costed his job. I didn't want a paramedic touching me, I didn't want a hospital to treat me so why is he with flowers.
"I brung flowers because they look so pretty but they were alone so I thought you could keep them company" another smile appeared on my face. Is this guy like a magician or something why is he making me so happy or should I say so flustered.
"Any family show up" and that's when my smile dropped, "no" he sighs and for some reason I feel bad. Why did he sigh? Why is he making me feel bad?
"When you leave are you gonna do it again" I look up to find him walking over to my bedside, "why do you care" I reply scooting away from my bed as if that's possible. "Why do I care? for some reason Yoongi that 911 call made me feel like I had to come here and check on, made me feel like I have to talk to you because I don't know you just went across my mind so many times."
What can I say to that? What? Why? And definitely where?
"I can't do this again if I'm completely honest with you I didn't want to do in the first place, but I did it's like my mind was convincing me do such acts my limbs weren't in my control anymore....if I ever do attempt again I wouldn't comeback I would end it immediately" is what comes out my mouth and for once I agree with myself
He was quiet once again, and so was I. There was nothing else to say except let the silence fail, "wanna hear a fun fact" I turn my head towards him nodding holding back my smile. "South Korea are one the most high rated suicide deaths" he say as if it means nothing.
"So does that mean I would have made the rates higher?" I ask as my right eyebrow jumps. He smiles "probably not probably wouldn't even put a dent in the percentage but then again we do have a high suicide rate so yeah you would have made it go higher" honestly what goes on in his mind.
"Glad to know, I mean one less body am I right?" I shrug twisting my band. He was silent again, I have once again fucked up a conversation.
