Love Will Remember | Jikook [COMPLETED] 🔞

Chapter 16

Jimin didn't have to open his eyes to know where he was. The familiar lavender fragrance wafted to his nostrils, drawing a smile. It overrode the usual disinfectant smell he despised and added personal touch. He was back. For some reason, he felt more at home in this small hospital room than at his rented apartment. Perhaps, it was because he knew almost everyone here. He cracked his eyes open, ready to greet the––

"You're awake." Her contagious smile tugged at his lips. "I think I told you to never come back."

"Aww...Then how am I supposed to see you?" He relaxed seeing he was in his old room. That was one thing about St. Mary's. He'd been visiting them on and off for the past five years, especially with his episodes like that. And they always put him in the same room because they knew he'd grown attached to the space as his own.

The nurse rolled her round eyes with a cluck of her tongue. "I never said no to a good coffee." The corner of her lips twitched as she checked his vitals and moved to remove the IV from his veins.

Jimin hummed. "How about this Saturday? There's this Thai restaurant I found last week. Their pad Thai noodles are the best."

"Smooth." She pursed her lips, but burst out laughing. "You know I can't say no to food."

"No. The truth is you can't say no to me."

She stuck a Band-Aid on the back of his hand, rubbing softly to ease the knot that had formed in his veins. "You wish," she huffed. A strand of black hair fell on her cheek, framing her round face. She appeared tired, but the bright smile on her face never faded.

"I know you love me."

"Of course, I love you, Jiminie. But can you just stop giving us a heart attack like this? You were out cold when they brought you here. I swear I'll drag my ass to hell just to beat the shit out of you if something happened."

Jimin laughed. "No, no, don't go that far. You're too hot for the demons."

Portia chuckled. "If you didn't have a headache I'd have probably smacked your head."

She was one of the three nurses he called friends though they rarely hung out outside the hospital due to their hectic work schedules. They often met for dinner at each other's homes and occasionally on their rare days off went clubbing. Portia, Katy, and Alvira were all of same age, a year older than he was. They had grown over the time he spends in the hospital, always cheering him up and making him feel at home. The trio often ended up in Jimin's room during their downtime, bringing homemade food and talking his ears off. They talked almost every day, ranting about anything and everything in the group chat they had for themselves.

"Like that one time, you considered hitting my head with a golf club?" He remembered the time he was too depressed and going through cognitive treatment. The three of them, suggested different ideas saying that should bring his memory back. To say, their fun-filled banter had lifted his spirits considerably that day.

"Alvie suggested that," Portia said, offended.

"Yeah, right. So your idea was to push me down the stairs."

Portia shrugged nonchalantly. "We were just trying to help. Our ideas were better than what Katy suggested."

Yeah. Katy basically volunteered to run him over with her car. That one was particularly dangerous. Jimin groaned. "Did you already tell them?" The bubbly nurse-trio he dubbed as bombshells could give him a run for his money. Of course, if Portia knew then the others would know too.

"Nope."

"No?"

"They know, alright. But it wasn't me this time. Jinnie called them and demanded they're here when they wheeled you in. So, yeah, they know."