"Mrs Music"

Chapter 47

*Yoongi pov

I can hear subdued voices, regular beeping sounds, something that sounds like an air pump and also some gentle piano music.
I attempt to sit up but I am completely immobilised, my limbs not responding to my brains instructions. I can't open my eyes or speak. This is terrifying! What is going on?? I begin to feel panic. I have no idea what's going on or where I am, or any knowledge of why I can't move or speak! I feel I am shouting but I can't hear my voice.
The voices becomes clearer, they are nearer to me than they were, and they sound re-assuring. It sounds like they are discussing medications?!
I continue to shout but rapidly become tired and still. I drift off back to sleep, nobody is listening to me anyway. 

"....... plan to extubate........ reduce sedation........ breathing unaided........... wounds are healing well....... adequate pain relief......... should wake fully in the next few days...... long period of convalescence......... full recovery"

I overhear snippets of a conversation but it makes little sense to me. It reminds me of hospital dramas I've seen on TV. Wait!! Am I in hospital? Why? What's happened? My brain is foggy, almost as if it is working at half capacity. Am I hindered by drugs? Who is here with me? Who are those voices? Do I know them? Fear rises and again I try to sit up and this time I am able to move. I reach for my face where I can feel an unfamiliar weight on my nose, my mouth is so dry too. A hand catches mine and a gentle but firm mans voice tells me to stay calm, that I'm ok. I have had surgery but am recovering well, but I must rest for a little longer. I am aware of a cold sensation in my left arm and then I drift off to sleep yet again.

I hear a familiar voice. Kenzie!

"How is he?" she asks

The friendly male voice replies that I will be woken up later today as I am doing so well. Apparently my age and level of fitness has been a great help to my rate of recovery.

I try to speak and I am aware that actual words have not formed on my tongue but the sound I create is enough to draw her attention.

"Shhhhh, it's ok! You're safe, I'm here. Oh Yoongi! I can't wait for you to look at me, to see me, to recognise me. I miss you. I love you" she says as she strokes my forehead and runs her fingers through my hair. It feels so good.

I try to tell her I'm here, I can hear her and she should be patient, I will wake up soon and wrap her up in my arms and never let her go, but I still can't.

Kenzie takes my hand and I sense she is sitting beside me. A very authoritative voice enters the room and I understand that this is my Dr. The nurses have been reducing the sedative medicine over the last 24 hours and I am now ready to have my breathing tube removed which is what he has come to do.
I hear him speak directly to me, telling me step by step what is going on, even though I can't reply. I feel a tugging at my cheeks and then I begin to gag as what feels like a 2 litre drinks bottle is slowly pulled from my throat! I thrash, I'm petrified. I feel like I'm going to choke. I become aware of Kenzies soothing voice, reassuring me I'm fine but asking me to please stop fighting as I'm making things harder for myself. I immediately still. If Kenzie says I'm ok I'm good. I trust her like no-one before.
The Dr is speaking to me.

"Yoongi? Can you hear me? My name is Mr Benn Dommeks, I am your surgeon. How are you feeling? You will have a sore throat for a few days I'm afraid because we have removed your breathing tube. You will feel more and more alert as the next 24 hours pass. Try not to worry, you will feel much better and all will be much clearer very soon. I'll be back later. Bye for now" he says and I hear Kenzie thank him for everything.

I hear a voice I recognise saying my name gently, and feel a large hand on my right shoulder. I feel my eyes flutter and I try to lick my lips to speak but my tongue is so dry I can't do it. I feel a small amount of refreshingly cool moisture on my lips which runs into my mouth hydrating my tongue enough to allow me to detach it from the roof of my mouth and move it around. I feel a second wave of liquid being delivered between my parted lips. My tongue grazes over something that feels like sponge. I extend my tongue and draw it into my mouth, closing my lips around it. I suck greedily at it until it is completely dry. The sponge is fully removed from my mouth and I hear that voice again.

"If you want more Yoongi you need to wake up and ask for it.............. in ENGLISH!"

NAMJOON!

I feel the smile on my face. I turn my head to the sound of his voice and smack my lips a few times, checking their pliability. I open my eyes and there is nobody there.