The Spawn

Thirty Eight

Ilomilo - Billie Eilish

Jimin has no memory.

He can't recall what happened in the last 12 hours to be precise.

Maybe his dreams are blank now because of that or because for once he's getting a decent sleep without having something storming his head to keep him awake. Well whatever it was, he just can't seem to put the dots together why he's.... Here.

To be more specific, he was confused as to why he woke up to what appeared to be a medical room rather than the penthouse room? Why his body ached so bad when he tried to move? Or why his memory is so foggy?

Nothing was clear now, but one thing was surely certain.

The body sitting on the chair beside Jimin's bed, more so specifically laying his head against the bed with his delicate hand on Jimin's knee and eyes closed in deep sleep.

Yeosang.

He's.... Here...

B-But..... What happened?

Jimin is shaking now in confusion as he raises his hand to wake Yeosang up, but the second he sees the bandaged way his hand is wrapped up expect his swollen fingertips, he began to grow more hysterical in fear to what the fuck is going on.

His throat is clawing now in panic, breathing in heavy heaves to the point he couldn't breathe anymore and it doesn't stop no matter what he did to try to calm down.

And he couldn't hold it back anymore.

He screamed.

He screamed so loud that Yeosang shot up awake immediately, going from confused to taken back to Jimin sudden scream but Jimin was only focused on his aching and bandaged up hands in front of his face as he sits up, shrieking to the striking pain of every muscle in his body.

What the fuck is going on!?

"Hey Minnie! It's okay," Yeosang instantly tries to calm Jimin down, but Jimin only feverishly shakes his head as he runs his fingers along side the bruises and cuts on his arms, crying much more painfully to how everything feels heightened to this aching pain.

Did he do this to himself?!

What did he do?!

"W-What happened to me?! W-Who did this?!" Jimin kept questioning in hysteria, his mind blocked by the memory that he can't fucking remember, "I-I was at the gym with W-Woosung and I was okay!"

He was okay.

He was fucking okay!

Yeosang looks at Jimin now much more concerned, taking his hands with furrowed eyebrows, "Jimin listen to me," He says gently but stern, making Jimin look directly at him, "You.... You don't remember anything that happened? At all?"

The panic is growing severe on Jimin's face as he shakes his head and sees Yeosang grow more distressed, but immediately Woosung gets into the room after he heard the screams.

Instantly Jimin turns to him with teary eyes in horror, "M-My body Woosung! W-What happened to m-my body!?"

The medic didn't respond instantly, only checks Jimin's vitals and asked him a few questions as to what's his name, date of birth, what country he's in, and thankfully he remembered that.

He just couldn't answer as to why he was here for.

It's all.... Blank.

And Woosung grew more and more serious, turning to Yeosang now, "I'm going to run over some tests on Jimin and I'm going to need you to leave."