Even though it was his prompt, the way that Yoongi's words suddenly turn leaves panic cresting again in Jungkook's chest. He can't go back to being alone. He can't go back to only having his mother around for company, to watching nurses turn a sympathetic eye towards him. Can't go back to putting so much on a girl he's only just met. Jungkook both clings to every last word and somehow forgets them as soon as they meet the shell of his ear. Yoongi loves him, Yoongi's coming soon, they'll get through this but — but right now, it feels like Jungkook can't get through anything at all, and he's not sure he can go back to the limbo where time seems to stretch indefinitely in front of him.
He's sobbing before he realizes it. Stifled, discordant sounds that die only partially in his throat. He doesn't want to be here, alone in the dark, a strange stillness that pulls him right back to the night of the accident. He can't even run. He can barely move his legs, let alone support himself.
"I love you," Jungkook says, his voice pinched and high in the midst of panic. "More than anything." He glances up in alarm when the room is suddenly bathed in light, a nurse stepping inside as Jungkook quickly slides the phone under the covers, no time to hang up in the process.
"Jeon Jungkook-ssi? Is there something wrong? Do you need the dosage of your pain medication raised?" the nurse asks, not unkindly as she peeks at the machine.
"A-ah, maybe," Jungkook mutters, sniffling. "It's hard to sleep."
There are a few beeps, and Jungkook stares vacantly at the machine, preparing himself for the haze he'll sink into. The nurse reassures him that the medication will kick in soon, to press the call button if he has any further trouble, but Jungkook doesn't react much, staring distantly at his sheets and nodding until she leaves.
He stares at the still dimly lit screen of the phone, then glances at the door, careful not to pick it up again until it seems like the hallway is silent again.
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He's sobbing before he realizes it. Stifled, discordant sounds that die only partially in his throat. He doesn't want to be here, alone in the dark, a strange stillness that pulls him right back to the night of the accident. He can't even run. He can barely move his legs, let alone support himself.
"I love you," Jungkook says, his voice pinched and high in the midst of panic. "More than anything." He glances up in alarm when the room is suddenly bathed in light, a nurse stepping inside as Jungkook quickly slides the phone under the covers, no time to hang up in the process.
"Jeon Jungkook-ssi? Is there something wrong? Do you need the dosage of your pain medication raised?" the nurse asks, not unkindly as she peeks at the machine.
"A-ah, maybe," Jungkook mutters, sniffling. "It's hard to sleep."
There are a few beeps, and Jungkook stares vacantly at the machine, preparing himself for the haze he'll sink into. The nurse reassures him that the medication will kick in soon, to press the call button if he has any further trouble, but Jungkook doesn't react much, staring distantly at his sheets and nodding until she leaves.
He stares at the still dimly lit screen of the phone, then glances at the door, careful not to pick it up again until it seems like the hallway is silent again.