BTS Sickfics

Jimin: CRPS

!! TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of suicide !!

hey i cried like an absolute bitch writing the end and im not sorry

request by sunnyminyoongi :)

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Jimin's POV -

Yoongi holds my hand as the doctor uses the saw to remove the cast from my leg. I'm not particularly scared, since I know the blade can't actually cut my skin, since it doesn't move - it vibrates, but that doesn't mean it's not uncomfortable. I watch as the purple layers slowly break apart, and my leg is finally freed.

Just over a month ago, I tripped and fell down the stairs just outside of our apartment building, and manage to break my leg. Luckily, it wasn't a bad break, and it didn't need surgery, but my leg needed to be in cast for just over 5 weeks, and I've been excluded from official tasks so that the bone can heal properly. I've been aching to get it off, but I know that I need to take it easy for the next couple of months, or I'll end up causing more damage.

"All done," the doctor confirms, smiling. She manipulates my leg a little, and a small amount of pain wavers up my leg, but it's not unbearable. It'll disappear as soon as my leg is used to being used again.

Yoongi helps me off the bed, and I use him as a crutch to limp my way out of the hospital. It doesn't hurt anywhere as much as I thought it would, but I find myself struggling to walk anyway. Yoongi keeps a tight grip on me, leading me to his car.

"You'll be dancing before you know it," he says as he slips me into the passenger seat. He even leans in to do the seatbelt, but I swat him away with a grin. "It'll be like nothing happened."

He gets into the driver's seat. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall down the stairs anyway, hyung. I mean, I know I'm clumsy, but really! In public, too! I'm sure that girl who helped me was a fan."

"Well, she was decent about it, if she was. It doesn't really matter, Jimin. As long as she helped, and now you're okay, we can just put this behind us. You'll be back to top form before you know it."

I stroke the rough hair on my leg. "I need to shave, first. I didn't know my leg hair would be this ... thick. I can't even grow a beard as thick as this."

Yoongi smiles as he drives. "Yes. Out of everything you could be worried about, you worry about your leg hair. That's just you, Jimin."

The rest of the ride is quiet as Yoongi plays rap music softly through the radio. I shut my eyes and listen, flexing my foot to myself, warming up the muscles. I'll be back at the hospital tomorrow, to have therapy, and will have for two weeks. I may need more therapy if my leg muscles still haven't got up to speed, but really, from there, I should be able to do it myself with the help of our dance instructor and medic.

Yoongi helps me out of the car when we get to the dorm, and he slowly helps me hop up the stairs to the door. The same stairs I fell down just five weeks ago. It's enough to break me out in a sweat, and my leg complains underneath me. As soon as I get in, I flop down onto the sofa, giving a deep sigh.

Namjoon smiles. "It's off, then."

I nod my head, giving my toes a little stretch just to prove it's true. "It's a bit sore. I nearly fell down the stairs again!"

"I remember when I broke my arm when I was a little kid," Taehyung says, flipping a pen around his fingers. He's been trying to write lyrics to his own mixtape, but he keeps procrastinating it. "I was so excited to get it off, and then when it did come off, my arm looked all weird and tingly, and I couldn't move it properly. I got so afraid I begged them to put the cast back on!"