Finally Jimin's fever came down a bit again and I had gotten Tae to see him. He cried, and didn't say much, but when I needed to reapply the medication and changed his bandage on the rash, he left. Before I could start though Yoongi came into the room closing the door.

"Baby..." he started. "I don't want you to fall ill." He said.

I started to take the dressings off of his rash, the spot bleeding slightly. "Tae isn't sick, and I feel fine. I don't think this is something you can catch, air born."

"But you're touching him Jagi...I love Jimin...I love him as much as anyone here, he's my closest and most loyal friend...but I cant loose you...you are my sanity."

"You wont lose me, and you wont lose, Jimin." I said determined. I wasn't going to move from his side until his real laughter rings in my ears.

I heard Yoongi sigh from behind me and then wrap his arms around me. He kissed me on my neck softly once, then twice before he let go. "Please be careful...and save him."

I turned to him and kissed him softly. "I'm trying Yoongi." I said crying silent tears. He wiped them from my eyes, kissing me on the forehead. He walked out of the room and I went back to work trying to bring down Jimin's fever.

About an hour later he was still in a deep sleep as I looked through his medications. I tried, so very hard, to remember what each bottle was for. I could almost hear Jimin's voice echoing as he told me what each liquid or cream was fore.

"This one reduces fevers, its useful for every illness since most illnesses start with a fever."

"Infections hate this light blue liquid, it kills it faster than anything I had ever use."

"I call this pinkness love potion." He laughed. "It causes you to get a little loopy in recovery, but it cleans wounds and the blood from the infections."

"Green means Go. You cant hurt someone from injecting them with this...if it doesn't work it doesn't work, it doesn't cause more damage."

I closed my eyes tightly trying to think of what to do. I already used the fever reducer but I cant just pump him with each medication. Some of them also inject a bacteria, and if I inject the wrong one I could make him worse, or kill him. I started to tear into the box of medicine wracking my brain to what to do.

I could hear Jimin stir and him moan slightly. When I looked up his eyes were open and he was looking over to me. I put the bottles back and wiped my eyes going back over to his side. I sat on the bed and he reached for my hands. I looked down ashamed that I couldn't help him. I told both Taehyung and Captain Min that I would save him, and when he does I'll die too. They will surely kill me, if I don't save their brother, lover, friend.

I felt his other hand hold on to me causing me to look up. He looked as if he was focused and his clammy hands held on to mine as tightly as his strength would let him.

"Mmmmm." He groand. He opened his mouth and swallowed. "Mmmmixxx." He mumbled.

"What?" I said, completely paying attention now.

"Mmmix." He breathed.

"Mix. Mix what?"

"Pppppurpp."  He let out taking another deep breath. He swallowed thickly and opened his mouth. "Ppurplllle."

"Purple?"

He nodded, leaning back into his bed. His hands started to loosen on mine and his eyes started to close again.

"No...no, no, Jimin." I begged holding on to his hand tighter. "Mix Purple? What does that mean?"

He started coughing again, this time blood coming out as well. I panicked and went over to get his water making him drink down the refreshing liquid to soothe his throat. Once he was done he leaned back into the bed, eyes closed. He was breathing heavily and each breath he took was weazy and strained. His body started to shake and I pulled the now hot cloths off of his skin, soaking them back in the cold water.

His body started to shake and when I looked down to his fresh bandage, blood was starting to seep through it. It hadn't done that before; clearly he is getting worse.

I stood up running my hands through my hair. What was it he said? Mix purple. What does that mean? Mix purple, mix purple, mix purple, mix purple. I turned in a circle closing my eyes and I tried to decipher his instructions. Mix...mix...mix something...mix purple. Mix purple with what? I went over to his medicine box pulling out each bottle, not one of them purple.

"Damn it!" I shouted. I watched as Jimin's color got even worse and I started to break down. "Jimin, no!" I wraped my  arms around his chest. "Please no."I begged crying into him. Then a memory hit me.

"Sometimes I have to mix them together to get the desired result."

"Why wouldn't you bottle them mixed?"

"Because the affect will wear off as the different compounds would fight against each other, instead of the disease."

I jumped from the bed pulling out the bottles again, keeping he light blue, and the pink one out together. I grabbed an empty, clean glass container pouring a small dosage of the pink into it. I then poured some of the blue into it, and once the mixture was a light lavender color I stopped. I grabbed the sterilized syringe filling it with the now purple liquid. Once it was full, I flicked it to be sure that all the air was out and turned to a sweaty Jimin.

I pulled back his bandage, remembering to inject medicine as close to the wound as possible. I stuck him a few times, listening to him grunt and groan from the painfully sensitive tissue around the rash. I pushed the medication in a little at a time at different areas around the infection. Eventually he stopped making noises and fell back asleep.

I got up and cleaned the syringe sterilizing it in the process to repeat the process. After an hour, I mixed the medication together again, and this time injected the irritated skin directly where the rash was opening. I injected small amounts in random spots again, in different spots than before, and once I was done I let out a deep breath.

I really, really hope that this is what he meant. It was the only two medications that were colored correctly to make purple. Another hour passed and I took off the wet cloth I had put on his skin, noticing that they weren't hot as they were before. I looked up to Jimin's face and it looked as if his color was coming back at as well.

I went back over to the medication box, and mixed more of the purple elixir filling the syringe. I injected it in the middle of the worse spot of he remaining rash (that seemed to be getting better already) emptying it into his skin.

It had been hours since this all started, and I had done what I could. Once I gave him his last dose of medication, I found Taehyung sleeping in Yoongi and I's bed, Namjoon and Jin in the room as well.

"Where are the others?"

"Hoseok and Jungkook are managing above deck. I instructed Hoseok to get us to the closest medical compound to be sure we can get whatever we don't already have on board to help Jimin."

"Is...is he going to be okay?" Namjoon asked me. "Taehyung will loose it...he will absolutely fucking loose it, if Jimin doesn't pull through."

"I don't know Namjoon...I just...I'm doing what I can." I said with my eyes filling with tears. I was absolutely exhausted, as it has been over 16 hours of constant care for Jimin, and not letting him leave my sight.

Yoongi came over to me and wrapped me in a warm hug. "It's okay." He whispered to me.

"I need to stay with him." I said pulling back. "I just came in here to rinse my body off...I'm sweaty."

"I'll stay with him until you get back." Jin said walking out of the door and down the hall.

Namjoon cuddled up in the bed with his brother, holding the puffy, red eyed younger in his arms.

Yoongi helped me rinse off, holding my hair so it wouldnt get wet. Once I was done Yoongi helped me change into a black corset laced with lavender strings. My skirt was a deep charcoal gray with black stitching to match the black corset.

"Why are you getting all nice and cute?" he asked as he tied the corset for me.

"When Jimin wakes up, I don't want him to see a sweaty, exhausted woman. I want him to see a put together medic that he trained."

He laughed and kissed my exposed shoulder. "Good thinking, my love."

I kissed him goodbye and made my way back towards Jimin. When I entered the room I saw Jin sitting by the bed holding his hand with tears in his eyes. I made my way over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you." I said.

"I remember, what it was like to be away from Namjoon." He started. "I remember how painful it was...I remember." He said pulling Jimin's hand up to his lips and kissing it. He turned to me and took my hand in his other one. "I remember watching Jimin comfort a distraught Taehyung when his brother left. I remember the pain." He took in a deep breath. "I cant loose another one...I cant."

I nodded and kissed Jin on the side of his head. "Go be with them, Jin. I have everything here under control." 

He stood and left quietly leaving me to tend our sick brother. I covered the lower half of his body with the blanket, as his temperature was now down significantly. The color was slowly coming back to his skin, and I had hope...deep, longing hope, that maybe...just maybe... he wouldn't die.