3 days later
I woke up to the nurse tapping on my shoulder.
"Miss y/n, time to take your medicine." The nurse said as she handed me a cup of water and a pill from the tray she was holding.
"Thank you." I muttered before taking it.
I looked at the clock. 10:00. They should be in second period by now. Hopefully the teacher will give me some extra help or whatever and not force me to catch up.
"You may come in." I said. The door opened and Jimin appeared. He was wearing a black tee with a pair of jeans and a pair of Nike shoes.
"JIMIN! What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be in class?" I got off yay bed and walked over to him.
"Y/n-ah..." He lifted his head up, revealing swollen eyes. Has he been crying?
"Jimin," I caressed his face.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked him. He gave a slight head shake.
"Then tell me why you are here." I said, bringing him over to the couch.
"Mianhae." He muttered.
"For getting you to have to stay in the hospital."
"Hey, I've been in the hospital before. When I was born!" I attempted to make a joke. He didn't laugh, instead, I think he got more depressed. I tried to think of something to cheer him up, or at least get him to stop thinking that it's his fault.
"JIMIN! IF YOU KEEP THINKING IT'S YOUR FAULT, I-I'M... NOT GOING TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE."
"I think that would be better. At least you wouldn't get hurt..."
"YAH! I've had enough of this! You're suppose to be my friend! You're suppose to support me and try and cheer me up from this!" I pointed to my collarbone.
"But here I am, trying to cheer you up instead! ARGH" I stomped my feet and walked out of the room. This is so frustrating! Can't he just understand that I was the one who basically asked to get hurt. Or else..or else...he would be in the hospital right now. Instead of me.
I walked around the whole floor before walking back to my room. I stood outside the door looking at my feet. "What the hell Jimin. How can you not know that I'm in this state now is because I care about you?"
I opened the door and knew that Jimin would've been gone by now. I sat back in my bed.
"Noona~" Jungkook said, walking into my room.
"I brought food!" Jin said.
"That's great." the nurse beside me said.
"Actually, y/n hasn't ate anything since this morning." the nurse said.
"What? Why? y/n, are you not feeling well anywhere else?" Tae said.
"I asked her but she wouldn't respond." The nurse said.
I stared off though the window and into the city view that I got.
I was thinking about it all day now. I'm so sick. So sick that he wouldn't stop mentally hitting himself with his thoughts. Maybe if I do this, the Jimin I knew and..love...will come back.
I closed my eyes. Yes, I love him.
End of chapter