Taehyung rips out the IV line.

"What are you doing?" you shout, running towards him as the fluid and blood drip onto the sheets. You grab his arm, applying pressure on the area to stop the bleeding. "Taehyung, your blood pressure is low. You need those fluids."

He shakes his head as he pulls back the sheets. "What is it?"

"Your blood pressure? it's 101 over 70."

Taehyung laughs as he drags his feet to the side of the bed. "That is not low, can you get me that wheelchair?" he asks, pointing to the black leather wheelchair beside you.

"No," Leaning towards him, you softly push him back into the mattress. "You can't leave the bed, you'll rip out a stitch!"

"What if I want to rip out my stitches?" he asks, watching the concern animate on your face in amusement. "What would you do then?"

"Stitch you backup of course."

Squatting in front of him, you pick up his feet before shoving him back under the blankets. "Y/N, stop. I don't need you to nurse me. I'm fine."

"No you aren't. Stay in bed! You need to heal."

"Do you want to help me?" he asks. You nod. He scoots over to the farthest side of the bed before patting the free space on the bed. "Then get in the bed with me."

"What?! No."

Taehyung winks at you. "I don't remember you being this shy. Did you not kiss me before?" he asks, pointing at the temple where you had kissed him earlier. "Just keep kissing me and then I'll be fine in no time."

Frowning, you leer at him. "I'm not afraid to get out a suturing kit and stitch your lips closed Kim Taehyung."

He leans close to you, his nose almost touching yours as he smirks. "Can you do it with your mouth?"

And you slap him hard as he falls back into the sheets half-laughing, half-groaning in pain. "Get some rest and stay here! I'm going back out into the department."

He pouts as he watches you go. "No, don't go... I didn't mean it!"

You laugh as you leave. "Should've thought about that first Taehyung! I'll see you later. Get some sleep."