Kink (Completed)

Chapter 8:History pt 7

  A man with a clipboard walks in and stops when he sees me "you're awake" I nod "I know I'm in a hospital, but that's all I know. I can't even remember my name" I felt tears well in my eyes "a name keeps popping in my head, at least I think it's a name, Jeon. When I try to think my head starts hurting".

  The man looks startled for a moment, I couldn't help but notice his broad shoulders and full kissable lips, his Carmel colored hair brushed to the side bangs falling nearly in place "did you say Jeon, does the name Jimin sound familiar to you?" "Jimin" I murmur. I hear a deep voice say the name in my head, it feels so familiar "I think that may be my name, it feels so familiar" he pulls his phone out as he runs out the door. I watch him race away in confusion.

  He returns a few minutes later with a pill cup in his hand "you probably think I'm nuts for taking off like that. Master-" he clears his throat "I mean a friend has been looking for his ward, he disappeared four months ago. I read your chart, you were brought in as a John Doe four months ago I believe you may be his ward." I was listening to him, well at least trying I heard him say "master" earlier and this image of a big muscular man in a black suit, with shaggy black hair and dark, deadly looking eyes flashed in my mind.  

  My eyes widen as the man I had just pictured walked into my room, he's thinner, hair is messy and unkept. Dark circles ringed his eyes, he looked haggard and exhausted. I stared at him and spit out the first thing that popped in my head "master?" He froze his gaze sweeping my face, his expression showed nothing it's a blank canvas. His cold dark eyes landed on the broad shouldered man "why is he calling me master?" he gritted out, The broad shouldered man fidgeted his gaze looking everyone but at him. I tried to sit up groaning in pain as pain shot through my body. The big man's long legs eat up the distance, within seconds he is at my side "do something he's in pain!" worry mars his brow as he gazes down at me "he called you master earlier when I heard the term your face popped in my head, so I assume you are my master though master is such an archaic term I believe in more modern terms it's daddy". 

  "Jin what the hell happened to him and why the hell does he think I'm his father?" I gazed at the broad shouldered man, so his name is Jin that's nice to know "I would like to know too" Jin picked up my chart from the foot of the bed "there is a copy of the police report in his chart, it states an elderly male witnessed three males attacking a smaller male he approached  he witnessed one of the males hold the male face down while a second attempted to pull his pants down" I felt physically ill, not only were these animals beating me, but they planned on raping me too. I heard the man next to me growl deep in his chest, the vibration shaking the bed. I looked up at him as I wrapped my arm around his forearm, he looked down meeting my eyes       "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again I promise" the look in his eyes said he meant every word. 

  Even though it hurt like hell to move I managed to shift, so I could rest my head on his arm. Jin cleared his throat and continued to speak "witness called the police, ambulance came and picked you up, you began having seizures. After checking your pupils the concurred you had a closed head injury, meaning you were bleeding in your skull. The back of your head is crushed, you are rushed into surgery. The broken pieces of your skull are removed, they find the bleed and repair it, your brain is severely swollen from the trauma, so they leave the hole open in your skull. You are put in an induced coma to help you heal. We ran a whole body CT scan, you have several fractures, in your orbital socket, jaw, humerus and radius of your left arm femur  also on the left leg and two fractures of the spine, three broken ribs a dislocated shoulder and hip. Thankfully you are young and healthy and the fractures have healed nicely as has your ribs, after putting your hip and shoulder back and place you were good to go. Now your head injury is a completely different story, the Neurologist is waiting for the swelling to down when you develop a fever. Your fever soars to a hundred and four, you had developed an infection in the wound. It is touch and go for a while, and they aren't sure you're going to make it, but by some miracle slowly your temp went down. Obviously the antibiotics had done their job. You are kept in an induced coma for three months, they finally stopped the medication and waited to see if you would wake up and here we are."