"Sir, can you hear me? Wiggle your toes if you can hear me. Sir? Hey, stay with me. Stay with me, buddy. He's not breathing! He's not breath-"

"-This one isn't breathing either!"

"We've lost him."

"Count this one dead too."

"That's the sixth casualty. Time of death-"

-

"-Taehyung? Are you still with me?" Taehyung's thoughts were interrupted by his therapist, who was sitting across the room from him on a big gray couch.

Surrounded by the same four white walls that he'd been so accustomed to.

It had been four months since the car accident. The car accident that took all six of his band members.

All six of his brothers.

There was no more BTS. There was only Kim Taehyung.

"The soul survivor," as the media kept calling him. He did his best to avoid the media, which wasn't hard to do because there was limited TV access in the facility he was placed in anyway. He didn't even know where his phone was. At first he was placed in rehab to help him recover from his injuries. Two broken legs, four broken ribs, six broken fingers, internal damage, a concussion, and a back injury.

All of the physical injuries were on the mend. His mind, however, was not.

Every single day for the past four months the accident replayed over in his head like a broken record. He could see the Semi-truck lose control and come barreling towards their car. He could see how Hobi tried to swerve out of the way but wasn't fast enough. He could feel the car flip-13 times-before it landed on the roof in the middle of the highway.

All of that, just for the car to be hit again by someone who was drunk and not paying attention. He couldn't remember seeing his members' bodies. He was barely conscious and had refused to look.

He remembered how silent it was. Despite the screaming and sirens, he only remembered that his members were silent- and would remain that way forever.

He remembered hearing the paramedics trying to save them and then calling their times of death. All before he fell unconscious completely.

He was considered "the lucky one," but if you were to ask him, he wasn't and would never be "the lucky one."

He was the one who lost his entire world and now he was stuck in a realm he didn't want to be in.

"-Kim Taehyung?" His therapist's voice filtered through his mind again, shattering his thoughts.

"Hmm?" he replied, avoiding eye contact as he stared blankly at a distant wall.

"Have you been keeping up with your medications?"

"Yes," Taehyung replied. It was true, he was keeping up with them because they were the only thing that kept him grounded in reality. Although he wondered if it would be better if he weren't. The doctors made sure he took his medicine every day. Pain medicine, depression medicine, and a medicine that basically kept him from losing his damn mind.

He was just a shadow of who he used to be. He knew that deep down, no amount of medicine would fix him. Nothing was going to bring his members back.

Although that was all that he wanted, and he'd give anything to see them return to him.