Jimin POV

I couldn't believe it, that it was me who did the stupidest thing in his life. I was nervous when auditioning for my trainee, my first concert , my first GRAMMY win. Heck I was not even that nervous when I met the president.

THEN WHY DID I PASSED OUT MEETING A GIRL.

She was not that fatal beauty or model, then why did my heart raced? Why was her hair blowing away in the air. The windows were literary locked.

I must have really gotten a bad concussion.

When I regained my consciousness, this time I met my manager sitting in front of me. I was disappointed seeing him. I wish I could meet that doctor again. "Jimin how are you feeling now" my manager asked me with a stressfull face.

" I am doing fine right now hyung. Let's go out of the hospital now".

" We can't discharge you right now Mr Park". I heard a feminine voice. It was the doctor from before who checked upon me.

" And why can't I go right now doctor ? "  I tried to ask her in a dominant voice. Her eyebrows frowned hearing my answer. Her eyes becam sharp and she stared at me like a Hawk. I involuntary gulped looking at her.

" You lost your consciousness twice. You have hurt your head I think we should keep you in for the CT scan and observation for next 24 hours". She replied with a sharp tone and started going back. But before leaving the room, she stood beside the door and said "I don't think so you would like to handle the paparazzi right now who are loitering outside Hospital ".

"Jimin I think you should hear the advice of Dr. Shangvi" "Who is that ?" "The doctor who treated you". My manager sighed replying to my queries.

"Rest well Jimin" he said and left from there. And now I am stuck in a hospital room. Great, Park Jimin. What a great luck !

A few hours later

"Mr. Park we have already ran a CT scan and it came out looking fine. But you are slightly anemic. There is some prescribed medications over here and you should take rest for a week or two" Dr. Shangvi said looking at me.

"Doc I don't have that much time in hand to stay in the hospital or stay in bed. Can you prescribe me some medications which will heal me quickly ?" I retorted back to the doctor. "Then I would prefer you to book a Hospital bed in advance ".

I wanted to retort back to her but my manager came inside and inform that I am being discharge from the hospital. Thank god.

I was so happy that I stick my tongue out and booed at her. It was quite childish of me. But she returned the favour by also booing at me.