The sea was oddly calm that night; the storm that shook our bodies with fear the nights before was nowhere to be found. The events from the day had really affected Yoongi. His normally teasing and fun demeanor in the bedroom turned somber. He just wanted to hold me as he allowed the calm sea to rock us to sleep. Soundly sleeping with Yoongi was peaceful. It was a safe feeling we both craved in the cruel world we knew. It always worked, it was always brought us happiness, to be in each others arms. The night's drama and loss was all but forgotten, and then a harsh and tragic unwanted event, woke up from our dream, to a true nightmare.

A loud door slamming jerked us both awake and we saw a dim light illuminating the face of his previoius first mate.

"Taehyung?" I questioned trying to wake up faster. I was groggy and my eyes were still adjusting to the light.

"I'm so sorry captain, Noona, I need you to come with me now."

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked now more concerned thank annoyed. 

"It's Jimin." He softly let out. "Please..."

That's when I noticed the tears running down his face. "What is it?" I asked getting up. I threw a night gown over my body not caring if he saw my nakedness.

"I don't know..." he sobbed. "...I don't know whats wrong with him but...he's hysterical."

I jumped out of the bed instantly running to the bedroom door, Yoongi following close behind me. I ran down the hallway to Jimin and Taehyung's spare bedroom and I could hear him before I saw him. He was laughing. When I got into the candle lit room I saw a white, sweaty Jimin laughing hysterically. The whites of his eyes were red, encasing the brownness of them in a pool of blood. He continued to laugh when he saw me, reaching his hand out.

"Jimin?" I grabbed a hold of his hand and he started to laugh harder. "Jimin what's wrong."

He didn't answer, he just looked at me as he laughed. But it wasn't Jimin's laugh...it wasn't light and joyful...it wasn't playful, or teasing...it was heavy, painful, and almost sinister. I looked up to Taehyung who was holding the canteen of light out as he cried into Yoongi's shirt.

"He's b-been like this f-for h-ooours." He whaled. "He wont t-talk t-to m-me. I don't even know if h-he can h-hear m-me."

I turned back to Jimin whose eyes did not meet the same emotion as his laughter. His eyes were in clear pain...the fear behind them also evident, which made his laughing all the more sinister. As if a deamon had taken over his body, he begged for release through the windows of his soul.

It seemed as if the laughing was causing his breath to shorten, and he would cough occasionally. I wasn't sure if the laughing was part of whatever he was suffering from, or just fear and hysteria of the unknown.

"Yoongi, my captain, get Taehyung out of here."

"What? NO!" Taehyung protested.

"Please, Tae. I need to focus if I'm going to help him."

I had to help him. He'd do this from me. He looked at me and though his eyes look inhuman, I knew he was still there. He was scared, he didn't know how to communicate, and he was in pain.

"Please Taehyung." I heard Yoongi encourage in a soft voice. "You shouldn't watch this."

"Please." Tae begged as Yoongi held on to him. "Please save him."

I gave him a sharp nod and watched as Yoongi pulled Taehyung out of the room shutting the door. When I turned back to Jimin he was breathing heavier and his laughing became strained. His eyes were moving back and forth at a fast pace, seeming as if he was in a panic.

"Shhh shhh." I cooed to him. "Taehyung is okay...he's okay, you're going to be okay." I continued in the softest voice I could manage. "You are going to be fine, Jimin." I said sternly. I put my hand on his face, flintching at the heat of his skin slightly. "Look at me....look at me Jimin." He focused his eyes on me as his laughing started to lessen and his shaking body started to relax. "You are going to be okay." I said to him. "Do you understand...Jimin...do you understand what I'm saying?"

I was holding my breath to get some sort of response from him...something to tell me he was still there, and this...sickness or whatever it was, had not taken hold of him.

I watched as his head pulled up, and then back down, in a very weak nod, but I convinced myself that's what it was. That gave me the courage to continue on...the false confidence in my medical experience turning to real. I had no choice but to choose that I knew exactly what I was doing.

I went over to his medical bag; that thankfully was more stocked than mine was. I rummaged through the medications, and creams, and different syrums that he had pulling at all corners of my brain trying to remember what each medication did.

I pulled one cream out knowing that it reduces fever and made my way back over to Jimin. I put the bottle on table next to the bed, turning back to Jimin. "I'm going to take your clothes off, okay...they are sweaty and it will only cause the fever to worsen."

He just stared at me, his eyes still red from whatever it was that was hurring him. I didn't try to move him, I took the knife that was sitting on the table and carefully cut open his shirt. As I assumed, he was soaked in his own sweat and when I finished taking his shirt off, I noticed a blackened rash on his lower abdomen. I continued to cut his pants off of him, leaving him exposed to me.

The rash went from his lower abdomen all across his stomach and I stopped breathing. I looked at it and did not recognize it at all as one of the ones he had taught me. It looked painful, and it looked lethal. I put on my best face for Jimin's benefit hiding the fear in my eyes as best as I could. Not knowing what this was, or how to treat it, I was damn sure going to try. I looked up to Jimin who wasn't paying attention to me and sighed deeply. I took the fever reducer and rubbed it into him as if a lotion all over his chest and stomach, avoiding the rash directly. Once a good amount was soaking into his skin I put the bottle away and washed my hands with soap and water.

After a few minutes I was able to calm him down enough to keep his arms by his side. I felt his cheek and was elated that the fever reducer was working, even in small amounts. Once he kept himself still, I brought out a small bucket of the cold water, as cold as I could get it, with several pieces of cloth. I soaked each piece ringing them out before placing them on Jimin's forehead, and his arms, and legs trying to help his fever lessen even more. His shivering started to slow and I watched as he tried to swallow but couldn't.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked him. He looked at me and nodded a litte more clearer this time. I jumped up going to the spout and filled a cup full of refreshing cold water. I walked over to the bed and helped him drink, and thank god he was able to gulp down the entire cup. He looked over to me and hummed slightly. The laughing had stopped entirely and when I touched his skin, it was still hot.

I started to get scared. I honestly had no idea what to do to help him. Had it been anyone eles in this bed, I would have gotten Jimin's help with the strange illness. I sat by his side and removed the cloth from his skin. His body temperature started to increase again and I rubbed more fever reducer to his chest. He started to breath heavily again and he looked at me with a pleading expression for help.

I started to cry. Tears making their way down my face as the realization hit me.

My friend, was going to die.