The first thing he felt was pain. His head hurt his arms hurt, his legs hurt, Hell, he was pretty sure even his hair hurt. He also felt extremely tired, as if he’d just finish a four hour long concert.
Namjoon’s voice echoed through his head, but it was different. It sounded just as tired as he felt, raspy, a bit forced. He could also hear faint noises in the background, beeps, shuffling and the occasional clicking of a door, maybe.
He really didn’t feel like opening his eyes, but the bastard was getting persistent so he gave up. He had to blink a few times to adjust to the weak lighting of the room and another few times to realize he hadn’t the slightest idea where he was. He could feel a little wave of panic grow in his chest as his eyes darted from one place to the other. Two warm hands came over, one holding him down, the other running up and down his arm as Namjoon entered his line of vision.
“Hey, hey, it’s ok, calm down.”
What part of this situation was ok was beyond him, but his presence did make him relax slightly. (Though it was a bit annoying how he was being talked to like a little child)
“Where…” He coughed a bit, shocked at how rough his voice sounded. He could feel his neck burning and he quickly covered it with his free hand. Namjoon threw him an understanding smile. “Where are we?”
“It’s a hospital. We had an accident. Don’t you remember?”
He tried to think back to the day. It started out nicely; they all went over to the studio to practice. Jin and Taehyung had voice lessons in the morning and Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook went to try out some choreography or another. Namjoon had been somewhere, writing lyrics and he himself had been trying out a new beat. Then, after lunch, they all practiced their dancing. It was a rare night they decided to all go home together. He and Hoseok had actually wanted to stay behind, but in the end agreed to go home. And on their way home…
“Oh… Did a car crash into us or something?”
He didn’t remember much of it. He distinctly remembered someone suddenly yelling something and then pain all over as the car flipped. But then it all went black.
“Where are the others?”
Namjoon lifted his head up and nodded in the opposite direction. Yoongi moved his head around and saw Hoseok with a bandaged arm and Jungkook covered in band aids, both supporting a few cuts and bruises, sleeping on a couch. Well, Jungkook was mostly sleeping on Hoseok. Jin was in the bed between him and the other two, also asleep.
“What about the others?”
Namjoon’s grim smile didn’t do much to his already nervous mind.
“Taehyung’s got his own room. Nobody’s allowed in. He had a… thing pierce through his abdomen. They said the wound could get infected so they moved him there right after the operation. And Jimin’s still in surgery. He’s the worst. He took the blast head on…”
To say that Yoongi was in shock was a bit of an understatement.
“Hey, hey, calm down. You’ll get yourself a heart attack” Namjoon whispered, resuming his hand movements over his arm.
Only then did he notice the beeping had increased with his panic. Yoongi closed his eyes and took long and steady breaths, forcing his heart to go back to a normal beat. He heard movement and then Jungkook was hovering over him as well. He had red and puffy eyes and looked even more exhausted than both Yoongi and Namjoon combined.
His voice was so quiet it was scary. Yoongi moved a hand over to the younger’s cheek and whispered back “You ok?”
The reaction was so instant Yoongi felt his heart break. Jungkook shook his head, leaning into the touch as a fresh wave of tears started falling. Just then, the manager came in. He took a second to realize what was going on and quickly moved over, pulling Jungkook outside while throwing a few concerned glances at Yoongi, who only shook his head in response.
As soon as the door closed, Namjoon said “He was awake through the whole thing; the only one, apparently. We all kind of passed out from the force of the crash, I’m guessing, except for him. When I woke up, he was a complete mess. Can’t really blame him…”
“What exactly happened?”
“Well, from what I gather, a car slipped and crashed into another car that crashed into us. A guy died. The one in the second car…”
There was silence for a while, until the door opened again and the manager came in, alone. He signaled Namjoon to go outside, which he did, and he took his place next to Yoongi.
“How are you feeling?”
“Like shit. But I still look better than you… Are you ok?”
It was true. Their manager looked like he’d been to Hell and back again. He was covered in bandages and band aids and cuts and bruises and his left arm was plastered up, much like Hoseok’s.
“I’ve seen better days…”
Hoseok scoffed from the other side of the room, but when they both turned to look, he was still fast asleep.
“What kind of person listens on other’s conversation in their sleep…?”
The manager laughed and then turned his attention back on Yoongi.
“How’s your leg?”
“My leg?” He moved them both and, indeed, felt a bit of pain in his left thigh, but nothing he couldn’t handle “Its fine. It barely itches.”
The other didn’t look so convinced, but didn’t push the matter further.
“I heard Taehyung’s in a different room. Can I go see him?”
The manager seemed surprised at the request and hesitated a bit. “I’ll have a doctor look you over first” And with that he was out the door. A few minutes later, a tall man came over, offering a comforting smile and quietly started to look him over, from head to toe.
“You should get some more rest. I understand you want to visit your other friend, yes?”
“You are aware that you can’t physically go into the room though, yes?”
“Ok, well, I don’t see any problem in that. But try walking a bit before. If your leg hurts too much we’ll give you a crutch.”
He couldn’t help the slightly disgusted face at the thought of having to walk with a stick as support, causing the doctor to giggle. But he did walk around the room for a bit, quietly, and only slightly limping. The doctor then gave his approval.
Tae’s room was farther away, in a different wing of the hospital. And when he and the manager reached it, they saw Namjoon and Jungkook there as well, sitting on some chairs and looking through the window at the opposite wall. Jungkook was still crying, silently, though not as heavily as before and the leader was holding him close, whispering, probably, soothing and encouraging words to him.
When Yoongi was close enough, he offered a nod and then looked through the glass to an image he was sure would never go away from his mind for the rest of his life.
Taehyung was laying in bed, motionless, an oxygen mask over his mouth, his forehead bandaged, his entire body, bandaged, face covered in scratches. His bed was surrounded by way too many machines and they were all connected to him through numerous tubes and whatnot. It was not a pretty sight. There was also one particular little thing that captured his attention. Blood was being pumped into him.
The manager seemed to have noticed where his eyes landed, for he said “He lost a lot of blood. They’ve been replacing it since before he even reached the hospital.”
Yoongi took a few moments to regain his senses. He would have taken a seat too, but he wanted to ask something else and their youngest seemed so fragile he might just have a break down, so he urged the manager to follow him back to their room.
“What about Jimin? I heard he’s still in surgery, but what happened?”
His expression was a bad enough response to that.
“They’ve been operating on him for eight hours now… I heard… they almost lost him on the way to the hospital. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but the car that hit us crashed in his seat.” He took in a shaky breath before continuing “After the car tipped over, I kind of blacked out. When I came back to it, we were all here and only Jungkook was awake and, frankly, I’m too scared to ask him what he knows. He was standing in the corner, shaking and crying and not saying a word… I heard he was awake through the whole thing. Namjoon finally got him to calm down and I honestly don’t want him to get traumatized to the point of not talking.”
That was a mutual feeling, Yoongi grimly thought.