His Alpha Surgeon| JIKOOK |

He remembered the blood, the screams and the loss!

Jimin blinked, slowly regaining consciousness. He felt a dull ache in his head, and his vision was blurry. Where was he? He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was lying on a hospital bed, hooked to various machines and tubes. He felt a pang of fear and confusion, wondering what had happened to him. He tried to remember, but his mind was blank. He felt his eyelids grow heavy again, and he succumbed to the lure of sleep, hoping to find some answers in his dreams.

The VIP room looked more like a luxury suite than a hospital room. The room radiated a soothing atmosphere, decorated with soft colors and cozy furniture. A large window offered a view of the city skyline, glittering in the night.

"Jungkook, it's better if you stay out here for now. Give Jimin some space. He needs his privacy," Jin said, placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

"But I want to be with him, Hyung," Jungkook pleaded, his eyes brimming with concern and anxiety.

"I know, but trust me, it's for the best. He needs some time alone," Jin said, leading Jungkook to a seat just outside Jimin's room.

Jungkook reluctantly sat down, his gaze fixed on the closed door. He wanted to be at Jimin's side, to hold his hand, to comfort him, to tell him everything would be okay. He felt a surge of guilt and regret, wishing he could have done something to prevent this from happening. He felt Namjoon's presence beside him, offering silent but steadfast support. He knew Namjoon understood how he felt, how much he cared for Jimin.

Time crawled by, and Jungkook felt a restless knot tighten in his chest. He couldn't bear the wait, the uncertainty, the helplessness. He wondered how Jimin was doing, if he was in pain, if he was scared, if he would ever forgive him. He felt his alpha stir, wanting to protect and be there for his mate. Determined to keep his composure, he shut down his alpha completely, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within him. He had to be patient, to not destroy Jimin's life in any way, to let him heal.

Namjoon noticed Jungkook's distress, and suggested he take a break. He joked that he would give Jungkook a bath himself if he didn't take care of his own needs. Jungkook smiled weakly, appreciating Namjoon's attempt to lighten the mood. He agreed to go to his apartment for a quick shower and change of clothes. He also grabbed some clothes for Jimin, hoping he would like them.

He rushed back to the hospital, feeling anxious to see Jimin again. He hoped Jimin would wake up soon. He hoped Jimin would forgive him, and that they could start over. He hoped Jimin would love him, and that they could be happy. This will be a dream that's going to take forever to be a reality. Time may heal the pain of the wounds but will the memories fade? Will this ever be a reality? Time might heal Jimin. And Jungkook's heart is going to burn till then . And if Jimin decides otherwise? As he sank into the sofa, Jungkook's eyes fixated on the stark white walls of the room, feeling like he was trapped in an endless vacuum of worry and uncertainty.

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Jimin opened his eyes, realizing he was in a hospital room. He felt a dull ache in his head, and his vision was blurry. Where was he? What had happened? He tried to remember, but his mind was blank. He winced, feeling a sharp pang in his lower abdomen. Pain gripped him fiercely, a relentless ache that seemed to gnaw at his very core. He remembered the blood, the screams, the loss. He had miscarried his baby, his mate's baby... His mate who had broken his heart.

He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He heard the beeping of the machines, the humming of the air conditioner and the rustling of the curtains. He smelled the antiseptic, the flowers, the coffee .His senses heightening with the the clock ticking. He saw the blandness of the room. He felt the coldness of the sheets, the roughness of the gown... the emptiness of his womb.