Sick

"where's your husband?"

Seokjin's pov

We reach the hospital in about 20 minutes. Jimin's still sleeping when i park the car, snuggled up in a little blanket in the back.

I feel his forehead again it's still warm. I carry him out of the car and we make our way to the hospital. There are a few people sitting on the couches in the waiting room. The depressing atmosphere matches the beige furniture well. They compliment the late morning rays that were shining through the room.

The wating area is opposite of the reception desk. As I carry Jimin over he opens his eyes slightly.

"P..apa?"

"Hmm?" I respond

"W-where are we going?" He asks, his voice raw and raspy but relatively still soft. I decide not to answer and just stroke his head to try and lull him back to sleep.

We reach the empty desk and wait for someone to show up. I re-ajust Jimin on my shoulder so that his face can see the where I'm facing. A second later a lady walks out of the back room. She's wearing minor scrubs and her golden hair is bunned up. As she spins around she stops in her tracks.

"Oh!" She utters.

Her prominent smile appears a moment later as she moves foward and sits down at the low table.

"Hello again, we must stop meeting like this." She says chuckling slightly.

I smile in return. "Hello again Da-hyun. You work here? I thought you worked at the dinner!"

She smiles brightly again. "Oh, yes I work there part time, so only on weekends. This is my real job."

"Oh, you must always be very busy."

"You have no idea." She says as she chucklea again.

"So, what can I help you with? I'm seeing a depressed little Jimin in your arms, I'm guessing he's not well." She claims as she attempts to wave at him.
Jimin doesn't acknowledge her. He simply tugs even tigher at my collar and buries his head in my neck.

"Jiminie, aren't you going to say hello?" I ask stroking his cheek with the pad of my thumb.

He shakes his head and whimpers.

"Its alright Seokjin-ssi, he must be feeling unwell."

"Yeah, so how long will it take to see a doctor?"

She types something in the computer and then opens a file that was laid out on the counter. After searching through it she pulls out a form.

Da-Hyun hands me a paper with a clip board and a pen. "Because you're not from around here we will need you to fill this out please. And it shouldn't take long for you to see a doctor. They're all present today."

I nod in understanding and make my way back to the waiting room and place Jimin down in an arm chair. At least I try to. He clutches my collar refusing to let go. "Jimin papa needs to write something down. I'll be sitting right next to you okay?" He doesn't comply and keeps his grip on my shirt which by now looks like it wasn't ironed at all. At times like this I really regret refusing Namjoon's offer to join us. I let out a sigh and pick him back up placing him in my lap. He snuggles further into me as I try to messily fill out the form.

After a few more minutes I walk over to the desk again and hand Da-hyun the form, she asks me to wait for my name to be called.

After a long agonising and difficult process of getting Jimin to warm up to the doctors and nurses so that they could do a simple check up on him, we were finally heading to the prescription window.

We met Da-hyun there again. It didn't really surpise me that much though.

"How was the process?" she asks while taking the paper that the doctors gave me to set the medication aside.

I give her a small sympathetic smile. She nods in understanding.

"That bad huh?"

"You have no idea, Jimin's scared of practically anything. Stethoscopes, pressure pumps, flashlights. You name it."

She giggles in response. "Cute."

"At least he's got that." Another giggle escapes her as she covers her mouth with hand.

After getting the stuff she wanted she begins ticking the medicine bottles with a sharpie. "So, where's your husband?" She suddenly asks out of the blue. The question startles me a little making me spin my head around fast and bumbing into the sleeping boy on my chest.

I look her over and try to think about whether she actually asked that.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, i didn't mean to be rude, that must have been so out of line. I just, you came here alone a-and the accident the other day-"

"You saw that?" Wait what? I thought she left. Could she have been the person i saw in the distance?

"Unfortunately yes, it scared the bejeezus out of me. I wanted to intervene but I notice that you had got him our just in time. God I was afraid."

Her mentioning that event made my heart go silent. It was definitely not pleasent. And to top it all of she may be silently judging me. I could've lost him that day. In the bink of an eye. No more cute little laugh, no soft little dirty blond head of hair running around the house causing chaos, no smart little know-it-all running his mouth with daddy thinking he could beat him in math, nobody waking him at 6 am excited to go to school. No more Jimine...

"Seokjin? Seokjin?" The voice causes me snap back to reality.

I look over at the her. "Sorry did i strike a nerve?" She asks softly.

"No, no it's fine. I was just thinking."

"Sorry."

She gives me the medication and we make our way out. I don't say a goodbye, I dont feel it necessary. Not because i was angry at her but because she made me realise something that i hadn't even.

I buckle the sleeping corpse in the backseat and we head back to the estate.
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To be continued

Thanks for reading this trash. Idk where its going. I appreciate you all though.

Song recommendation: Michael Giacchino - Married life