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CURSED BTS AU ENDINGS PART 2

"Don't expect any sympathy or emotion from me."

"... We can be friends. But only if you respect my personal space and never call me Suga again."

"You're alive aren't you."

"You have to wake up!"

"What did I do to deserve the small amount of time I had with you?"

"I love you."

You dried your tears and shook your head, laughing a little. HE was the bipolar one.

You wanted a drink, and decided that you would try to walk there yourself. You sort of felt like an old person. Jumping lightly out of bed and grabbing your crutches, you fetched some money. The problem with walking was that you had to use your crutches AND move your IV along. It was actually a difficult process. Also, your mom probably didn't even want you walking around.

So, when you got to the door, you looked around for nurses before exiting. You really wanted some freedom. Proceeding with the difficult and slow process of limping and then pulling the IV with every step, you finally got to the vending machine.

Inserting coins into the machine, you selected the drink you wanted and eagerly fetched it out of the bottom. You loved having this one simple pleasure. For a moment you felt as if maybe you were healed again. The feel of the crutches under your arms said otherwise.

You heard the footsteps of nurses and panicked. You didn't want to go back to your room yet, so thinking quickly, you hobbled behind the vending machine, pulling your IV with you as you ducked out of sight.

"Yeah, I've got a new patient actually," One of the nurses chatted with the other as they passed you, "I feel bad for him. Suicide we think, tried to set himself on fire or something crazy."

You froze at her words, stiffening as your heart sped up.

"Good looking too. Good thing he didn't get burnt too bad, he's mostly here for smoke inhalation."

"What's his name? Which room?" The other nurse questioned, voicing your own thoughts. You could have hugged her for that.

"Oh yeah, Min Yoongi. Room 245..." Their voices trailed off, but that didn't matter. You had heard what you needed to. You wanted to scream. Was this a dream? It couldn't be, everything was too real, and you figured that even if it wasn't a dream, you didn't care.

So now to add to the list of everything he had done, he'd also lied?!? Your heart, which had sped to unusual proportions at just hearing his name leaped at this fact. All the emotions you had been bottling inside since your departure from him built up until you couldn't take it anymore.

Ripping out your IV, you threw it to the floor and used your crutches as fast as you could to find the room. Your room was 109, so, counting, you followed the rooms. Unfortunately, he was on the floor above, so you'd have to use the elevator. It would be impossible to not run into a doctor or nurse, but you had to try.

You pressed a shaking hand to the button on the elevator, willing it to close quicker. This could all be fake, a misunderstanding even, but how could you forgive yourself if you ignored it and it wasn't?

The bell dinged, alerting you that you were on the above floor. The doors slid open to a front desk. The woman who ran it looked up at you in surprise, then rushed from behind it to steady you.

"Why are you walking around miss, where's your room?" She asked, holding a comforting hand on your shoulder. You started crying, much to the woman's horror.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "Where are you hurting?"

"Yoongi," You made out through your sobs. The woman snapped her fingers suddenly as if realising something.