Sick

Why?

Namjoon's pov

"Yes, he is. Jimin baby, I'm going to need you to listen to me right now, it’s important okay?" he nods rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“You’re going to go over to Mrs. Yun for a sleep over alright?”  The next best thing that I could think of was to leave him with the neighbors. We’ve done it before and Mrs. Yun is very friendly.

I dial 911 and press the phone to my ear holding it in place. Quickly dashing to his closet I grab his favorite yellow jacket and sock and put it on him.

“911, what is your emergency?” the receiver says. I walk out the Jimin’s room to speak. “Yes, hello, I need an ambulance.”

“Calm down sir, what’s the emergency sir?” a lady with a calm voice says briskly. “My husband is coughing blood.” I state to her. “Please I need an ambulance quickly.”

“What is your address sir and we’ll send help.”

“13th street downtown, Apartment complex 43, apartment number 40” I say urgently into the phone.

“An ambulance has been dispatched and is ten minutes away. Please avoid moving your husband as much as possible and wait for the professionals.” I barely hear her words and mutter a quick bye hanging up.

I need to check up on Jin. Fuck! But Jimin…. I pop my head into his room and see him lying on the bed, face squished on the pillow dozing off. I sprint to our bedroom and don’t see him.

“Jin!?” I scream panicking.

No answer.

“JIN!?” I scream louder aware that I could wake up Jimin again.

I hear coughs coming from the bathroom and follow it. As I enter I see Jin bent over the sink with a rag on my mouth. The sink is messy and bloody. “Jin?” I say again. I hold his body and guide him to the bed.

“The ambulance is on its way baby, you’re going to be fine okay?” I say calmly. I take the rag he was holding and wipe his face down with it and rest him on his back.

“Where’s Jimin?” he asks concerned.
“I dressed him, he’s collapsed on the bed right now. I’ll take him to Mrs. Yun. Don’t worry about that right now."

“But-he’ll get s-“He coughs again. “-Scared, he won’t be able to sleep.”

“Jin baby, he’ll be fine. Right now we need to get you to the hospital stat.” he doesn’t look convinced “I’ll call my brother and he’ll come get him later.” I add.

He’s face turns towards me, I can see how scared he is. It breaks me into little pieces. There’s nothing I can do, I feel helpless.  “What’s wrong with me Joonie?” he asks quietly. “I don’t know baby, but you’ll be fine okay? You’re going to be fine.” I lean down and kiss his forehead softly.

After a few more minutes I hear sirens. I rush to the door and the medics rush in. It was all so fast. They put him on a stretcher and carry him outside to the van. I go back and get Jimin, thankfully he’s still sleeping. I pick him up carefully making my way to the hallway.

After a few knocks, I’m greeted with the sleepy face of Mrs. Yun. She looks confused. “Namjoon?” she questions. “Yes, hi, I’m sorry to just barge in at this hour but something urgent happened and I need you to watch Jimin, please. Is that alright?” I ask already knowing my answer.
“Oh my! What happened?” she asks when she sees the paramedics rush by. “It’s Jin.” I say quietly. “Something bad happened.” Her face falls. I’m less than surprised. Mrs.Yun loves Jin. She’s a little old but sweet.  She has always loved him, ever since we moved in next door she’s been super friendly and always in our faces with baked goods. Jin took a quick liking to her instantly.

“Can you?” I ask already giving Jimin to her. “Of course sweetheart. Please update me.” I run back into the direction of the van and hop in.
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At the hospital

I’ve been sitting on this damn cold metal chair for a few hours now. My patience was wearing as tin as my worry was. What is taking so damn long? I can’t think. All I can think off is Jin. They took him somewhere back through the heavy doors labeled ‘EMERGENCY’. It can’t be good. What the fuck was going on? I’ve seen a few doctors rushing around through so many doors, it was impossible to know if it was Jin related. I pulled out my phone and typed a brief sentence into the bar that might explain why somebody would cough blood. What came up was not what I wanted to see at all. I knew it was bad but I didn’t know what to think. Results went as mild as chest infection to cancer. Now my thoughts were just eating each other like mad.
I rested the phone back down. It was a dangerous weapon at this point. Then I thought of Jimin. I still needed to call my brother. Shit! I check the time. It’s almost 7. Shit! Jimin would probably be up by now.
I search for his number and press call.

“The hell are you calling me so early in the morning it’s Sunday!” his voice is raspy over the phone. Probably still in bed.
“Hey, sorry. Listen, I need a favor.”
“What is it?” he asks impatient.
“Can you get Jimin for me, he’s over at Mrs. Yun’s. Oh and keep him with you”

“What? Why? Where are you? I got stuff to do! A life to live! This is why I don’t have kids you know-”

“Jin’s in the hospital.” I say cutting him off. The line goes silent for a minute. After a few more seconds I hear ruffling and shuffling.
“Yeah, I’ll get him.” He says simply.
“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Namjoon?” he says slowly into the phone. “I know you aren’t, what happened to Jin?”

I try to hold back tears “He started coughing up blood and collapsed.”
“Shit! Do you want me to come?”
“No, don’t, just get Jimin and don’t bring him here either, Jin will hate it.”

“Alright, but tell me if you want me to come, I’ll be there right away and don’t worry about Jimin I got it covered.”

“Thanks Jeongguk.”

I hang up. A heavy breath escapes me, I didn’t even realize I was holding it!
I realized I couldn’t even call Jin’s parents and let them know. They passed away a long time ago when Jin was young. He’s had nobody for a long time. Well, until we met that is and we got Jimin.
He was Jin’s pride and joy. Loved him to bits, even to the point of making me jealous of my own son. Why was this just all happening all of a sudden? Everything was fine a few hours ago. I had so many questions.

I hear footsteps walking, they’re different from the others that have been irritating me for the last few hours. These ones get louder. I look up slightly and see the hem of a white coat.
“Kim Namjoon?” I hear.
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To be continued