Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Fifty Five - Trace

The doctor was astounded at how I heal incredibly fast. It was a mystery, but I'm not complaining, proving it to be a convenience in this current situation. They could have taken out the bullet with me wide I wake, but to be honest I fainted that night I was shot because I had poor tolerance to pain. Just the memory of how it burned when the bullet pierced into my muscles made me nauseated. I must have been completely out of my mind or numb by loneliness when I was still slicing myself, even laughing after each long, straight cut on my skin. I must be out of my mind.

I was to stay for only one more night before they release me to the world, and I was more than grateful. Being stuck here with nothing to do but sleep and eat and take medicines would have been enjoyable, but I wanted to explore the world with Mia. There's so much catching up to do, I didn't know where to begin. I missed Migi as well. He can't be brought here because he's not allowed. If not for my devoted but annoying friends, and Mia, I've driven myself crazy from boredom.

Everybody's been nice to me throught my stay at the hospital, probably because I was a good patient, diligently following what the doctor says because I was dying to go home. My parents would see me in the morning til noon, the triplets in the afternoon and the older ones at night til one in the morning. Mia, with permission from her dad, and upon my special request, stayed for almost the rest of the day. I feel bad sometimes, seeing her fall asleep on the cold couch or wherever. She was afraid of a repeat when I asked her to sleep beside me, and she accidentally elbowed my injury. She stayed patiently beside me, and I was glad. Her presence alone was more than enough to heal me.

But something felt horribly wrong.

There were times when she excuses herself to buy food from the cafeteria when my fridge was restocked and full every morning, thanks to my dear mother. She would go out of the room to make a call, but would forget to take her phone, saying she just used the nurse station's landline. She acted strange whenever I'd ask her where she's been, she'd simply smile and keeping her eyes away from my inquisitive pair.

Whenever she left, Taehyung would accompany her back to the room, but before they enter they'd talk behind the door. What's more concerning was just minutes ago, Taehyung left for a phone call, then Mia followed right after, saying she had to use the restroom when the one inside my room was not occupied.

Was I jealous? Definitely. And hurt because Taehyung knows how much Mia meant to me, so the idea of them going behind my back, doing whatever, it breaks my heart. And the way they glance at each other secretly, looking away when I notice them, it was becoming unsettling.

I don't blame Taehyung, or anyone else for that matter. Mia's beauty was truly incomparable. I wouldn't be surprised if half of the earth's population fell for her. She was beautiful inside and outside.

I heard them coming back from wherever they have been. Just to confirm my suspicions, I pretended to be asleep to eavesdrop on their conversation. I let my mouth hang open for an added effect.

"Mia, I think it would be best if we tell everybody about this," Taehyung's voice was stern.

I slightly opened my eyes to see their movements. Mia nibbled furiously on her lower lip, making it a deeper red.

"Just some more time, please, Taehyung. It's not that simple." She turned her back to him.

The younger male stood closer to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. "You have to trust me. They will accept it. They have no other choice."

I was so tempted to hop off the bed and beat the shit out of him, but I needed more, so I lay there motionless.

"I don't want Yoongi to know, he's been through a lot. A little more time, please. And how do you think your friends would take this news? What if they hate us? What if they don't want to accept it?" Her voice was strained.