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Requested by: @StraykidsMemeHacker

Song: "Love Again" by itssvd (ft. Shiloh Dynasty)
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Yoongi's P.O.V.

It seemed as this was all some sick nightmare, but I knew it wasn't; this is the reality I live in. A reality where he may never wake up to see another sunrise or sunset with me. A reality where I may never see his beautiful (e/c) eyes sparkle as he rambled on and on about the dog he saw on his way home. A cruel reality I wouldn't want to live in. I knew that if that did happen, he would want me the best for me. He would want me to move on and live a happy life with someone else, but I couldn't do that. He was my rock and I was his. We balanced each other out and handled our problems together when they became too great for us to handle alone. I don't know what I would do without him, he had always been in my life. It didn't seem there was a day where I didn't see him and tell him how much I loved him.

"You know, (M/n)... I love you so much." I softly said, tears beginning to pool in my eyes as I held his smaller hand in mine. "There isn't a day where I didn't miss your loud, bubbly personality." A few tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I didn't bother to wipe them away, I just let them slip down my neck and onto my black hoodie.
"Please, wake up..." I mumbled, my voice cracking as more tears threatened to fall. "I miss you, so does your family... We miss you." I hoped he could hear me and know that I was here for him and I wasn't going to leave. I wanted him to know that I would be here until he woke up or until I had to let him go. I knew there was a chance he couldn't hear me, but I wanted to keep hoping for a miracle to happen.
"Your family came to visit earlier, though, they didn't stay long, but they did tell me that Hoseok won his dance competition. You'd be so proud of your little brother." I felt guilt build up in my chest and begin to choke my lungs as I tried to form the words I needed to say. "I should've gone with you... I should be the one laying in a hospital bed, not you."

Suddenly, the door opened and I was forced out of my dreary thoughts. I looked up at the doctor who wore a frown on his face. The frown on his face told me everything he was about to say. I blinked back my tears as I tried to stay somewhat hopeful that he would give me good news about (M/n).
"You're Min Yoongi, correct?" He asked, glancing up from his clipboard. I nodded and hoped he would tell me that after two weeks, of barely sleeping or eating, my husband was finally going to wake up. "I have some bad news and some good news... Which would you like first?"
"Good news, please," I whispered, my voice hoarse from how little I had spoken over the past two weeks.
"He's going to wake up from the coma and that should be sometime soon, but here's the bad news,... he has a potential risk of having amnesia." His words shattered my world yet again as I forced myself to remain calm and not break down. "If he wakes up and is fine, then it's a miracle, but if he wakes up with amnesia... I assume you get where I'm going with this." I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to break the stupid, green chair I had sat on for nearly two weeks now. I wanted to do so many things, but I knew if I did, they would throw me out of the hospital.

Questions flooded my head as I tried to pick only one that needed to be answered, but there were so many that I wanted an answer to.
"How high is his chance for amnesia?" I inquired as hope was still somehow surviving inside of me, even though, pessimism was beginning to attack my mind.
"It's quite high..." He stated, taking once glance at (M/n) before walking towards the door. He paused and turned to face me. "I'm sorry that this happened to you and your husband." He opened the door, ready to leave, but I called out to him before he could.
"Wait, what's your name?" I asked, hoping to at least know the name of the man who would be my husband's doctor.
"Kim Seokjin." He opened the door and shut it behind him, leaving me alone in the dull, icy room yet again.