T/W! Epileptic shock and a very visual panic attack coming!
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Now that you arrived in Europe, your first stop was, of course, London. The boys had two shows there. They'll be staying for a couple of weeks after to train for the BRIT awards. They are to be the opening main act and it'll take all their time, sweat, and dedication.
Something about being in your hometown made you uneasy. You had a secret panic attack once you landed in the airport. You felt like the whole tape of your memories was replaying and this wasn't the sweet nostalgia you get. This was a suffocating train of memories trying to torture you rather than kill you.
The moment you got to the hotel you went straight to your room. You refused to go to Jungkook's. You stayed in the bathroom, laying naked in the bathtub contemplating how you'll manage this coming month. A whole freaking month in London is capable of making you crazy. You had no energy to clean yourself up. The thought of getting out of the tub was an activity of its own.
You never thought that being back would trigger you this much. You could hear your phone ringing. Your hands felt tied down to the tub. A rope encircled around you leaving no part able to breathe. Your lungs went numb and your brain forgot how to make your respiratory muscles work.
Dizziness took over. As you lost sight, your tears fell. The struggle with your breath was too strong. Your brain was malfunctioning. It couldn't seem to coordinate your body and it started going haywire.
Your body shook and your eyes were being shut vigorously. You suddenly started grunting and the only remaining conscious remmenantes of your brain knew it, you're having your convulsions. You cried loudly as your body refused to give you back the control wheel.
Unintelligible words filled the room and soon your body's energy gave in and you sulked in the tub. The tears were streaming with no intention of stopping.
It's been a couple of years since you got those and you knew, then, you're fucked. As you came back to your senses you tried to reach for your phone. As you tried to tighten your grip on it, you failed to clasp it. It fell and you could hear the screen shatter, mimicking the shattering of your soul.
It kept ringing and when it finally stopped the door started ringing. You sighed in desperation. Your feet won't be able to hold you up and walk you to the door. Tears came back in and you couldn't stop them. Your ears caught in some words shouted from the outside of the room.
"Kaesolin! Kaesolin! Open up! Is there something wrong?" That was Jungkook.
His voice filled with hysteria. You could understand where it came from. You two never left each other hanging on the phone.
You cannot be found in this state. You must not! The only determination you had was that you get up, get in your robe, let him in and try to act like you were sleeping.
You fought the strength that was holding you down. Like all your might was there to just coordinate your limbs into moving. They didn't move as they should, however.
You stumbled as you got to the door and opened it up. The moment you opened the door, your legs failed. Jungkook rushed in and held you before your face hit the floor. Your limp body laid against his erect body as you both were kneeling on the floor. Your body was just about to go back into the convulsions when you suddenly pushed Jungkook away.
"Get out!" You shouted at the top of your lungs. "Get out!" You repeated. He was staring at you in complete shock. Your breath was uneven and your voice was cracking. He was overwhelmed by how you looked and ran away. The moment he did, leaving the door open, your face hit the floor and your tears continued.
'He left. He ran away so fast he didn't get to close the door. See, honey, he ran like they always do. You know that those happy moments are nothing but a break from your darkest monsters. You should've guarded your walls better, you stupid bitch.'
Your thoughts were interrupted by a group of people in scrubs. They were taking you off the floor and putting you on a cradle. You were too dazed to even fight it. You felt a hand holding yours and its sweet voice made its way through the chaos.
"I got help. They're taking you to the hospital and I'll follow suit."
Your eyes shut and the next time you opened them, you were in the hospital. The sound of the vital's monitors nibbling in the background. You saw a doctor holding your information pad. As your eyes adjusted you saw Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Namjoon was standing right in front of the doctor listening. He was consumed with his concentration. Jungkook and Yoongi were standing there looking at Namjoon, waiting for the translation.
"Miss Reid hasn't been taking her drugs and their level in the blood has been under the therapeutic threshold for a while. This made her more vulnerable to an epileptic attack. The withdrawal made her vulnerable. Sir, haven't you been monitoring her medications?" Before Namjoon could ask about the nature of the medications you started coughing.
They all whipped their heads and Jungkook was immediately transported to your side. He held you. This time your body tensed to his touch. You pulled your hands out of his and got yourself up.
"Doctor." You said after clearing your throat. "A word in private, please." The boys didn't think once before they left. Jungkook was reluctant but as Yoongi stared at him he left with a sigh.
"Doctor," you continued. "The nature of my drugs shouldn't be revealed. I hope you didn't. This would put your hospital under investigation and You don't want me to file a complaint for your infringement of private information. That would make you lose your job. No one wants that, do they?" You said determined.
Your high-profile nature made all your information unreachable. No one knows your medical history or your hospitalization history. Your family made it a top secret. Specially your mom's part of the family.
"I would like you to call Paul Reid, please. He's on my emergency contact. Another thing, get them out of the hospital before my brother arrives and limit my visitors' list. That would be appreciated." Your voice wasn't smooth and calm. It was stern and determined. You started sounding like your mother.
The stuck-up rich asian woman who's a significant donator to the hospital and can fuck with everyone if she gets crossed. The doctor was speechless and in shock. Like he was about to beg for forgiveness.
"I hope you know who I am and work on my requests promptly without delays or there would be consequences as the ones mentioned before." You motioned your hand for him to get out in the most condescending way possible.
By that time, you weren't thinking about anyone but yourself. You didn't care if they cared about you, that they risked getting caught by people just to check on you. Now, all you were thinking of was that you protect your illness. Protect it with all your might. You wanted to do your damage control before you go back and explain to everyone what happened. Right now, you needed your brother.
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