In My Heart, There Rings A Melody || MYG ✓

07

You locked the instrument room and deposited the key at the reception. Assuming, everyone else have left, you slung over your bag and limped towards the exit.

Checking the time, you tried to quicken your steps to catch the bus in time. You were walking on the sideways, covering a minute distance from the academy.

A car halted to your side with a screech one moment. And the next moment two figures stalled over you after getting out of the car.

Just as you recognized one among the two, a slap landed on your face. The impact was hard, and you fell on the ground. Then, your crutch became a weapon against you. Twice or thrice you were hit on your arm with that stick. As if that wasn't enough, a bucket of ice water was poured over you.

"What the fuck!", you heard a voice from distance before your surroundings turned black.

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You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting your vision.

"You are awake.", a calm voice spoke. You groaned and tried to crane your neck to the direction to that voice.

"You had fainted so--"

"I want to speak to the doctor.", you said in your quiet voice and hoped that he'd not make you repeat. Yoongi nodded and went out to call in the Doctor.

The doctor came in holding a clipboard and checked your vitals.

"Can you move your hand?", she asked and you tried to slowly lift your arm.

You couldn't stretch your arm fully. 

"I have prescribed some painkillers for now. Don't strain your arm. It's not a fracture. You'll recover in 2-3 days.", the doctor said and squinted her eyes, "How come you're here in two days again? Your leg hasn't recovered yet and now you've an injured arm also."

You looked at Yoongi and he looked away in guilt.

"Take plenty of rest.", the doctor smiled, "I don't want to see you here again."

She gave the prescription to Yoongi and walked out.

"Y/N, I'm--"

"Can you please give me my phone?", you said looking at your bandaged leg. Yoongi sighed and handed you the phone.

You dialed a number, "Hello Mom.... Yeah, I'm alright..... Work is busy so I forgot to call you.... I just reached home..... I'll eat now.... Okay. Goodnight.", you hanged up and dialed another number.

Yoongi stood there like a obedient child, head lowered, hands clasped at the back.

You clicked your tongue, obviously annoyed as your call remained unattended. Your fingers worked again and you held the phone to your ear.

"Kookie... I'm so sorry to call you this late... Can you come to the hospital with spare clothes?... I kinda got in a situation... Oh ok... Don't be sorry.... I'll manage......Yeah. Night."

"I'll bring you some spare clothes---", Yoongi was cut off again.

"Thanks but I think, it's pretty late. You should get going. My clothes must have dried by now. I'll put on those.", your gaze lingered on the wall clock, "I should get ready or I'll miss the last bus."