Take Me to the Sky✔️

Chapter - 34

The boy didn't need to get involved with a troubled person like him, and Yoongi didn't want to risk testing his heart a second time and ending up putting the pieces back together.

When he finally woke up, it was already morning. Or at least that's what he estimated from the light coming through the window to his right. After opening and closing his eyes several times to adjust to the light, he glanced around. The walls were white, as you would expect in a hospital, and the only decoration in sight was a vase of plastic flowers that had been placed on the edge of the window. To his left, the other bed was empty and completely made, so he was the only patient in the room.

Getting up slowly, Yoongi pulled the sheet that covered him to get up and go to the bathroom. Yes, accompanied by the hanger that had the intravenous solution that had been put on him. After relieving himself, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, checking that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it was. Obviously, he could be better, but considering what he'd been through and that everyone in a hospital lost their glamour, he looked pretty decent.

When he got out of the bathroom, he considered staying in bed waiting for someone to arrive, be it the doctor or his friends, or going for a walk through the corridors and finding the cafeteria. 

Seeing that he had nothing to entertain himself with if he stayed in the room, he decided heading to the cafeteria was best. But first, he had to get some money, since nothing was free. He was sure he had put the wallet in his pants pocket, so it should still be there.

After taking the money and putting it in the pocket of his hospital pyjamas, the door to the room opened after a quick succession of taps. The person who entered was a man, a doctor, judging by his clothing, who appeared to be in his thirties. He was tall with tanned skin and a robust build without being fat. His short brown hair was slicked back, and square glasses framed his face.

"Good morning, Min Yoongi-ssi. I see that I have arrived at a good time. I am Dr Park." The doctor greeted as he closed the door. His voice was deep but not severe, and his face was adorned with a slight smile that softened his features.

After returning the greeting, the doctor gestured for him to sit down, so Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed.

"It was fortunate to find him awake, I just started the round of visits." Then the doctor looked at the portfolio he was holding in one hand and wrote something on it. "How are you? Best?"

"Yes, I feel better, although a little disoriented when I woke up."

"This is normal, nothing to worry about." The man removed the track while he continued speaking. "Tell me, Yoongi-ssi, do you know why you are here? Do you remember what happened last night?"

The question left him quite unsettled, but he tried to answer as best he could. The sooner the visit was over, the sooner he could go for coffee, preferably at home and not in the hospital cafeteria.

"Well, I remember I passed out, but the rest is confusing. I've had ... quite a bit of trouble lately." He couldn't tell the doctor that a host of shadows had used his house as a playground. Not even the craziest would believe it.

"I am aware of it. Your friends were on the verge of a nervous breakdown when they came here with you."

"I imagine," I answer. "Sometimes it seems like they're my mother."

At this, the doctor laughed heartily and shook his head slightly. "That was a very accurate description. In any case, I had to send them home to rest. They insisted on staying here, and I wouldn't have minded if it weren't because last night we were packed with work and the bosses were breathing down our necks. They went through the police station first before going to rest."