I wanted to cry but I held back my tears. Maybe I'm making the right decision. I'm going to follow my heart this time... because I've never, not even once, felt that voice in my head telling me to stop everything and not to let myself get caught up in his promises... but Suga hasn't promised me anything. He's just there at the right time and in the right place.
My lips burned after the soft sensation of his. I decided to send PD a quick message about Suga going into surgery. His phone had been on silent since yesterday, so I could feel it vibrating in my pocket. I glanced at it and it was Namjoon; they were recording a performance, and he had to wake everyone up. I replied to tell him that Suga had just gone into surgery and that I would tell him to call them when he came out and woke up. I wasn't snooping through his phone, but I noticed he had taken a picture of himself asking for his boots to use as his wallpaper, and that touched me.
I was bored playing a puzzle game on my phone when a call came in. It was from Yoongi's house, so I answered, and it was the same male voice as before that came through the phone. He asked me who I was and several things his mother had mentioned earlier. I barely spoke until he started telling me to be careful with him because he had money and something else I didn't quite understand. I left him talking to himself and told him I understood everything to end the call.
My phone showed a missed call from Hoseok, and I answered. He greeted me and asked how I was and how our night at the hospital had been—the usual questions. We talked about him and how the nurses swooned over him. He was thrilled to hear I'd discovered his secret talent for attracting women. At some point, he decided to ask how I felt about spending so much time with him, and I answered honestly.
I used her silence to tell her about the strange call from her house and what I had understood or remembered, since she used many difficult words.
Hoseok didn't say anything unpleasant about it; he told me to forget about it and let them know when they could call their friend. A nurse came out the door and told me the operation would be over soon and the doctor would come to inform me. I sent messages to the guys and PD.
The doctor came out later than expected to say that everything had gone well; the operation was a little more complicated than anticipated, but nothing they couldn't handle. Now I had to wait for someone to take me to see him because he was in the recovery room and they needed to monitor his reaction.
I called their house again to give them the good news and to let them know that Yoongi would call them when he woke up from the anesthesia. But he definitely needed to sleep for a few hours until he was strong enough to have a proper conversation. The woman was grateful to hear that and all the doctor's recommendations, and I told her I would pass on all his kind words.
I'm worried about whether she'll cope well seeing her son injured from the operation but otherwise healthy, because his previous condition was already quite difficult back then, and seeing him so limited.
I wanted to meet his family; they sounded nice on the phone... well, most of them did. I noticed I was getting a lot of calls from unknown numbers, so I let them accumulate in my missed calls list.
I stretched a little because I'd been sitting for a long time when a man called my husband's fake name. It was funny, but I didn't want to seem crazy as he explained that I should ask him certain questions about whether he remembered or knew where he was because the patient had been rude to the nurse who asked him... Could it be a nurse he already knew? Were they too close? He needs a lot of personal space sometimes.
The strange lighting in the room surprised me; he looked so small and weak that I carefully approached him, trying not to stare and discreetly getting his attention. I decided to use my fingers to move the hair away from his forehead.
- Honey... I need you to open your eyes. I know you're tired and uncomfortable, but it'll only take a second so they can see you can recognize me and let you rest as much as possible... - He looked at me, trying to identify my features clearly.
-mmmm...- I told him to take his time and he tried to move but I told him to stay still because he was wearing a sling, so I got down to his level and he asked me to come closer and closer
"Will you let me sleep on your lap tonight?" I smiled as I gave the man an OK sign. I told him I'd ask the doctor if I could take care of him that way, but he told me to obey him, pouting like the big baby he can be.
I kissed his forehead before the other man grabbed my elbow and dragged me out of there without a second thought.
What a frustrating guy. It wasn't enough that the nurses were giving me death stares without having to put up with his attitude (if something had gotten into him and was trying to climb up his ass, that wasn't my fault). I waited there and let everyone know I'd managed to talk to him for a minute and was waiting to be taken back to his room. An hour later, they got him into his bed. He was tired of the position, but he had to endure the discomfort. Could I see it on his face, or was I just imagining it?
I made sure I was okay before using the bathroom. I spent hours drinking juice from the vending machine and getting a tuna sandwich, also from the machine. It was already morning, but I doubt I'll be able to fall asleep. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair to look a little more presentable.
The replacement guard arrived with donuts and iced coffee. I thanked the young man before bringing the treats into the room. I sat in a chair as close to him as possible because he doesn't enjoy not being able to spot me at a glance.
Suga's P/V:
It's possible the medication is too strong; I was confused and worried about her all the time. I'd open my eyes and if she was out of sight, I'd get stressed. She tried not to disappear from my side while I slept. The woman has been calling me all sorts of affectionate things, like sweetheart, darling, and love... The thing is, none of that bothers me when before it used to irritate me a lot, because I have a name; it's not that hard to use it.
She lightly touched the tip of my nose with her fingertip before going to open the door. Her voice was light and cheerful as always, but she kept the conversation polite and formal. She correctly learned the guard's name before bringing him what the security team insisted on giving him, because she never leaves my side—just enough time for the doctor and nurse to do their work or to go to the bathroom. I knew it was already daytime, but I didn't think about how she had remained vigilant since they came to get me for surgery. She was on her phone and took good care of any need I had.
"Wow, we have donuts and the biggest iced coffee I've ever seen! I hope it's sweet because I don't usually drink coffee," she said, taking everything out of the bag.
The nurse tried the door, and seeing that it wasn't closed, my caregiver came in. Startled, she went to my bedside as she recognized the woman, put on her mask, and carefully put one on me, before giving her space to work.
The nurse removed the bags attached to my IV, telling me the next one would be in four hours, but to call her if I was in pain. I couldn't even say a word when she started moving the bed without warning, only talking about whether I should have chamomile tea or milk for breakfast, to see if my body would accept any food. She was also looking at what Baby had taken out and how forbidden caffeine was for me. What she didn't notice was... that she was hurting my body by raising the bed into a sitting position.
At first it was just the surprise, but it started to get uncomfortable enough to make me groan. Baby took her hand off the remote and lowered the bed a little so I could breathe again. I wanted to turn over, but it was really difficult and I didn't have the strength to move.
"Go call your supervisor before I do it myself! If you don't know how to treat human beings, you'd better find another job!" The way she spoke gave me goosebumps; she didn't yell, but her voice was loud enough to make the nurse panic, but she didn't move.
"I see, unprofessional and deaf," Baby said, pressing the nurses' call button and lowering the safety rail on my good side. She checked on me; the security guard arrived before the other nurse, looking worried. He had been here a moment ago.
- Please come in and help me - Baby ordered without bothering to look at him, him trying to analyze the situation as the nurse backed away until she reached the wall.
- Love, we're going to help you. Will you tell me if we can't move you? - I replied, asking for a second, while she started explaining to the boy how she wanted to move me, and he concentrated on her instructions.
She did a great job and lifted me up princess-style, without hurting me. She adjusted my bed in what she thought would be a good sitting position. It was really great to be able to sit up properly. I got comfortable before she used the bed cover to cover my lower half. Another nurse knocked on the door, noticing her colleague there. Baby asked if she was the supervisor, and when she said no, politely asked her to bring in the person or whoever was supposed to be supervising the other woman. Alarmed, she left. Baby pressed the green button to turn off the nurse call system.
She told the guard to stay at the door and not let the woman leave before the supervisor arrived. She also thanked him and apologized for making such a fuss. He simply smiled with pride because he realized she wouldn't let herself be treated like just a companion; she was taking my care very seriously.
She paid no attention to the woman; they gave me chamomile tea for breakfast, and Baby helped clean my face with a damp towel, also asking if I wanted to use the bathroom or have my hair brushed. I really appreciated the opportunity to go to the bathroom, and she checked that I could stand up on my own, with her help, before letting me go.
I took my time to do my routine with one hand before returning refreshed and more alert. The doctor came in a little worried, wondering what had happened to cause him to be contacted; the hospital has a protocol to minimize interaction with celebrity patients to avoid media attention.
Baby apologized before explaining the situation and asked that what had happened be taken into account because she would not allow this type of accident again. She also apologized to the nurse for having been so rough with her, asking her to pay more attention to her work because she would report the situation appropriately if she was not able to do a good job.
I think the nurse was about to explode and kill the dancer if the doctor hadn't been there. My wife was the boss managing people; I'd never seen anything like it in my life. I was dying to tell the boys, and P.S.
They left me alone with the doctor and nurse for a quick check-up because I had to come in earlier than scheduled. She tried to pull a fast one, but the doctor put her in her place, so she had to keep her mouth shut during the procedure. He warned me not to get the area wet until they considered it healed enough to avoid infection, due to not washing or drying it properly on my own.
I heard them talking in the hallway and apologizing for all the difficulties I'd caused them, but the doctor's laughter told me he'd already gotten over it. The nurse was finishing cleaning my bed and leaving a clean gown and towels for me, while I checked my phone, without looking at her. I'm more comfortable in the chair where we slept before my operation.
She was about to touch Baby's breakfast, but I saw her before she could make it disappear into the trash can. She tried to justify her actions, but I simply informed her that it was my wish for her to leave it alone, so she practically threw it on the small table before mopping the floor and leaving until lunchtime.
"What a creepy wife I have," I said mockingly as she came in and closed the door properly. She came over and apologized. Honestly, I can't understand this woman. She looked tired but didn't wait for my answer. Instead, she took out a towel and clean underwear, asking if I wanted to shower first, but I like to do it before dinner.
I was ready to go in when I suggested to my companion that she do something to change her mind. She blushed fiercely before disappearing into the bathroom. Baby didn't waste any time, emerging with her hair dripping wet and smelling like ripe fruit. She noticed I was about to steal some of her coffee; the ice was gone and the glass was fuller, but she simply told me not to gulp it down because she didn't want to see me hurt by my decision.
"Aren't you going to stop me?" she refused. Baby took a donut and knelt in front of me. Its delicious smell made my stomach rumble, and she carefully took a piece and waited for me to open my mouth. She fed me slowly, not caring that I took a few big sips, just enough to finish my bland meal.
With my last bite, my shameless side decided to take action and get her fingers to touch my mouth just a little bit. She was totally focused on feeding me, so her eyes darkened, forgetting about me to watch as she licked my lips clean, more aware of my gesture than necessary.
The nurse asked to bring me a small snack, and Baby noticed I was daydreaming. Grabbing the coffee from my hand to go answer the door, completely flustered, she took a big gulp without a care for sharing the cup and made a face... because she didn't like the drink. It ended up in the trash as she hurriedly ate a donut to wash away the taste. I covered my face with my mask so no one would see my wide smile... because of that reaction to my favorite drink.