"hey yoongi." i said as i entered his hospital room.

he smiled and fixed himself on the bed.

"I thought you went home."

"I left earlier while you were sleeping to wash up and get you food. hospital foods too bland."

yoongi had a concerned look in his face rather than a thankful one, "what about work?"

"i got suhyun to fill in for me, dont worry."

"how did you manage to get her to fill in for you when you work at a bookstore."

"they have tons of fashion magazines there to keep her occupied im sure she'll be fine."

i sat on the chair, opening the bags of food i got. i took the chopsticks, picking up the food, to feed yoongi.

"i can feed myself-" he said, reaching for the chopsticks with his other arm, i slapped his hand and sighed, "yoongi you hurt your dominant arm, just let me feed you."

yoongi reluctantly opened his mouth. i shoved the food in his mouth, making him gag.

"this is why i wanted to feed myself. you're so aggressive."

i rolled my eyes, "okay you baby, i'll be gentle."

i put the containers back into the bag after yoongi finished eating, just in time the doctor came in.

"oh, i see you have a guest." he said, "are you a family member?" he asked me.

"girlfriend."

the doctor nodded his head, "fair enough"

"you had a concussion but luckily the impact wasn't enough for you to lose your memory. though, you may feel nauseous, or dizzy at times. you also fractured your arm, so that will take some time to heal. other than a few minor injuries, that we have already taken care of, you should be fine." we both thanked the doctor before he left.

"lets do something, im bored." yoongi said

"you should rest." i reminded him.

he pouted, "ive slept enough. lets walk around the hospital.

he then, got up from his bed, and walked out the door, taking his iv pole with him.

"wait yoongi!" i called after him.

i held onto his arm, making sure he doesnt fall or anything even though his legs were working just fine.

"let go, you're suffocating me." yoongi complained, moving his arm a little.

i gripped on more, "no."

he chuckled, and patted my head, "i wont fall, im fine."

"but still.."

he leaned in and gave me a peck on my lips.

he extended his arm out letting me hold onto him again.

we went outside to the hospitals garden and sat on one of the benches.

yoongi took a deep breath then exhaled, "this is nice. the hospitals so stuffy. the air smells nice too, unlike inside the hospital."

"what does hospital air smell like then?"

"people dying."

i frowned, "yoongi thats mean."
"but true." he replied.

i sighed, "yes it is, sadly."

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ugh so many medical terms that i should know (bc filipino and everyone wants you to be a nurse) but dont bc i dont want to be a nurse (sorry mom-) or anything medical related-- (a disgrace to my family)