Jungkook is probably right. If the nurses lost their temper with him, they did so away from Yoongi, at least, well-trained and probably used to people in foul moods. He wouldn't fault them if they'd complained about him behind his back, but they were never anything less than professional with him. With everything he put himself through to land himself there — well, they've probably seen worse anyway.

His heart seizes in his chest at Jungkook's next words, a desperation clawing at his lungs. He wants to plead with Jungkook not to go, to stay on the line, half-afraid that all of this might prove to be nothing but a dream if he stops hearing Jungkook's voice. He can't, though. It isn't his phone, isn't his right to say Jungkook shouldn't be considerate of the girl who's let him contact Yoongi at all. At least now he knows where he is, knows he's alive. That's going to have to be enough.

"I would if we could," he says, imagining reaching out to take Jungkook's hand. He wants to touch him so badly, just to feel him solid and real under his hands. "But yeah, probably smart." He hesitates. He doesn't want to be the first to say good-bye. "I love you. More than anything. Okay? I'll be there soon and... we'll get through this. Just like everything else. I love you."