Dancing With The Devil

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I stayed at the hospital for another three days. All the boys came by whenever they could to visit except Jungkook and Namjoon. I didn't see him since the day I woke up and he didn't say anything anyway. Jimin and Taehyung came by the most and we always had a good time together. Jin stopped in every time he had a break from his other patients. For his night shifts, he would come to my room and tell me stories of his surgeries.

Today I was getting discharged from the hospital. Jin had said my vitals were all good and that I was strong enough to go home.

"You bored of it here yet?" Jin asked.

"No, I kind of like hospitals"

"Really? You're the first patient I've had say that"

"Yeah, whenever I was younger and got hurt since my parents never came to pick me up, I spent a lot of time in hospitals. I colored on old patient charts and I played hide and seek with the nurses"

"Hide and seek in a hospital? That sounds troublesome."

"Yeah once when I was a little over four years old, I hid in the morgue. The whole hospital staff flipped out when they couldn't find me. They called security and all the doctors, nurses, and administration workers were looking for me. One of the medical examiners found me hiding under the table which had a corpse on it."

"Oh my god seriously?! Not the typical childhood story you'd hear every day"

"I had the best times of my childhood in the hospital"

"Well, I'm disappointed to say that you're leaving today. I called one of the boys to come get you."

"Are you staying?"

"Yeah, I have a few more hours of my shift left. Unless you want to play hide and seek, you're free to go anytime"

"I think I've been around dead bodies enough. I'll pass" I said. We both started laughing before he is paged to help in another room.

"Alright, I gotta go. One of the boys should be here soon" he said and shot me finger guns, leaving the room. I pulled myself out of bed and packed the small decorations that Taehyung and Jimin hung up in my room in a backpack. They had brought coloring books one night and we taped all the pages up on the walls. I walked over to the mirror and pulled up my shirt, peeling away the gauze and examining the scar from the shot. The cicatrice laid bumpy over my rib, an external voice to my internal anguish. It was still fresh with stitches and dried blood that I picked off with my nail. The hickeys on my neck were light but still noticeable and the bruises on my face started to turn a hint of purple and yellow.

"I think that scar suits you," a voice behind me said.

I looked up into the mirror and saw Jungkook standing in the doorway with a white flower in his hand. He held it in his fingertips so that it didn't touch his scuffed palms. "I think it's gross" I answered.

"It's a nice addition to your little collection," he said walking towards me.

"Shut up," I said, smiling and shoving him lightly.

"Here, I got you a present," he said, handing me the flower.

"You bought me a flower?" I said, taking the flower and smelling it.

"I didn't buy it, I picked it from outside. There is still some dirt and part of the root on it," he said, smiling a bunny smile.

"How authentic. I love it" I said, examining the fresh root at the bottom of the stem, dirt rubbing off onto my fingertips.