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Jungkook's Spinal Injury: The Recovery

okay so i wanna put this into perspective. remember part 1 of this story? as soon as the first person said they wanted the follow up, i added it to the list, and wrote it. thats how many requests i had to do before this finally arrived. im so happy its finally here. i worked so hard on it lmao.

requested by many, many, many people lmao

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Jungkook's POV -

Month 1:

As soon as my spine was stabilised, we were flown back to Korea, and put on an indefinite break. I had to go on a special plane where I could have a hospital bed, since I had to be fully strapped down, and I got to go through a special door at the airport to an ambulance, which took me to our local hospital.

I've been here since. I have a back brace on, to help keep my spine still whilst the surgery heals up. It squishes my tummy, and I regularly feel sick when I eat. Not that the hospital food is that great, though.

At this moment in time, I can just about move my legs. I have paralysis, but it's not fully. I'll either stay like this for the rest in my life, with little movement in my legs, or, with therapy, I'll start to regain use. The accident only happened a few days ago, so we won't find out for a long time yet.

I can have two visitors at a time. Jimin and Yoongi sit with me, looking at me with tears in their eyes. Even though we arrived yesterday, they're my first visitors, and I've really missed the boys. They've been very quiet since it happened, especially Seokjin. I just want them back. I want to have banter. I want to walk, and dance with them, and chase them.

"Jungkookie," Jimin finally says, after minutes of silence. "How are you feeling, baby? How was your flight?"

"It was boring without you," I say, sounding rather soppy, but it's the truth. "I wanted to be with you, and I wanted to have fun, but it was quiet, and scary."

Yoongi pats my arm gently. "We missed you too, Jungkook. It was really quiet without you, and everyone just kept quiet. I wish this could all be some massive joke. I ... I find it hard to come to terms with ..."

I feel anger burn inside me suddenly. Yoongi finds it hard? Yoongi finds it hard!? How the fuck does he think I feel? I'm the one who can't walk! I'm the one trapped here on this bed! I'm the one who can't go home, and just continue my normal routine!

"Get out," I hiss under my breath, tears overwhelming my eyes.

"What?"

"Get out! Just leave me alone, get out!"

Yoongi flinches a little, but Jimin slowly gets to his feet. He pulls at Yoongi's shoulder, making him stand too. "W-We'll see you later, okay?" he says to me gently, and leads Yoongi out of the room. I wish I could turn into my pillow and sob, but I can't. Instead, I put my arms over my eyes, and let the sobs break.

None of the other boys come in to soothe me, and I already regret telling the other two to get out. I feel awful. I want them here with me. I want them here with me, and I want them to wipe my tears away. I want them to tell me it's going to be okay. I want them to tell me that I'm going to walk again.

I give one of my numb legs a slap, but it just doesn't hurt. I hit again and again, desperate to feel at least something, but it doesn't come. I sob so loud I'm nearly screaming. A nurse comes in, alerted by the noise, and holds my arms down, shushing me as I sob. Once I've calmed, she wipes my face gently with a tissue, smoothing my hair out for me. She has to check my legs to make sure I haven't done any damage, but, once I'm given the all clear, she leaves, and I'm left all by myself again.