Bad At Love . KTH [Completed]

XXVI

Seoyoung's POV 

Namjoon, Hoseok and I immediately got to work. After taking all the necessary vitals, we started reviewing possible remedies for Taehyung. We had left Jimin and Jungkook to tend to Taehyung, under Jin's supervision who was somewhat knowledgable in the medical field. Surprisingly, Hoseok turned out to have majored in sciences and medicine before he pursued his dreams of music and dance. 

Hours passed. Hours and hours of us discussing and trashing ideas. Sometimes we would get so close, so very close, but there would always be a flaw that would render the idea useless, but I wasn't going to give up. Taehyung wouldn't stop till my very last breathe so I wouldn't either. Plus, that bitch was able to make one, and we're better than her. 

It was the final hour. My legs felt like absolute jelly from standing for so long, and my eyelids drooped as I stared down at the tubes and chemicals in front of me. Jin and Jungkook had tried to convince me multiple times to take a break, but I wasn't having it. I wasn't sparing a second. However, as time went on, I started feeling more and more anxious when we still were no closer to finding a remedy. With just thirty minutes left on the clock, Jimin came to me. 

"Seoyoung, maybe we should just ask Eunah-"

"No!" I immediately said, rounding on him. Jimin automatically placed his hands up in surrender as I gave him a warning (also quite murderous) look. "Yes, he would be alive, but do you want your best friend to live in absolute misery for the rest of his life?" 

"No, but we can sort that out after-"

"Do you think Taehyung could live knowing that that whore saved his life? Do you think he could live knowing he's indebted to her?!" Jimin doesn't say anymore as he too understood. Taehyung would rather die than have anything to do with her, literally. Pushing myself, I continued to stare at the lab bench. There's got to be something I'm missing. 

All of a sudden, a commotion could be heard in the OR as Jungkook ran out from the glass room. 

"H-hyung! Something's wrong!" Jungkook warns, looking frantic and beyond worried. Instantaneously, I dropped the tube, letting it smash to pieces on the floor and ran after Jungkook. Taehyung was still lying motionless on the bed, but his vitals were going haywire. His blood pressure was dropping along with his heart rate. Air. He wasn't getting enough air. Namjoon collapses next to him and does a scan. 

"His alveoli are too close together, it's like their magnetizing towards each other! It's affecting his ability to exchange gas and get oxygen!" he exclaims. 

"What do we do?" Jungkook whispered, eyes teary. I was freaking out. 

"Okay okay okay okay," I whisper, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. Think. Think Seoyoung. "H-hook him up to a ventilator!" Jin does what I say, fumbling with shaky hands, but manages to insert the tube into his nose. Namjoon runs out of the room. His lungs can't get oxygen because his alveoli are sticking together. We need to get his alveoli to separate. But how do I do that? 

"Guys! His pulse is gone!" Jimin yells. It was true. The heart machine was emitting a piercing siren. My heart beat skyrocketed as I stared at the flatline. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think. Alveoli, I need to get the alveoli to separate, but how? How? 

"Start CPR!" I hear Hoseok yell in a last attempt to save Taehyung's life. You're gonna lose him.

"No! Fucking shit!" I screamed, grabbing Taehyung's hand. "Don't you fucking give up on me! Not now!" How do alveoli stay separated? 

"Starting thirty compressions!" How do I get them to fucking separate?! The monitor continues to screech as the line stays flat. 

"Shock! We have to shock him!" A pair of footsteps could be heard as they pounded out of the OR to get the defibrillator. HOW DO THEY STAY APART?! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER THIS?! The rumble of wheels could be heard as the defibrillator was rolled in. 

"Charge 100 joules! Shoot!" Hoseok yelled. I heard the bed groan under the weight of two men as Taehyung pulsed, getting shocked with electricity. "Charge 200 joules! Shoot!" Shock. Taehyung's body convulsed again, but no pulse came. I was starting to lose it. I was going to lose him. I'm gonna lose Taehyung... "Charge 300 joules! Shoot!" Hoseok's voice seemed to so far away as I slowly sank to the floor, grabbing at my hair. Think, you've gotta think. But I couldn't. I couldn't think. "Charge...!" I covered my ears to block out all the yelling and fervent footsteps. You're gonna lose him, Seoyoung. You're gonna lose him. Even through my hands, I could hear the sounds of Hoseok yelling, but also the piercing sound of the monitor. The first tears started flowing, as the flatline continued on. 

Taehyung's gone. My love's gone. 

A/n: I'm not a doctor or scientist so I was only trying to make it sound like something is happening. I just bullshitted all this so, sorry if it doesn't make any scientific sense.