I'm grateful the doctor asked for help from those who came with me and were waiting outside, so I wouldn't need another nurse. Taehyung quickly started talking about Baby while I took a moment to gather my strength because they're going to lift my arm and that'll drive me crazy with pain.
She came into the room, finished whatever she was doing on her phone, and gave us her full attention to be of help. She had taken off some of her clothing because it was hot inside the hospital and we would be there for a while.
Now that the nurse was out of sight, the doctor asked them to hurry up so he could remove my entire upper body and put me in a hospital gown. The doctor also apologized for the nurse, who had never behaved this way with other famous patients. It wasn't that she had done anything wrong, but it was too obvious that she tried to get closer than necessary.
The doctor started examining me without waiting for the nurse so we wouldn't have to be in the hospital any longer than necessary. Taehyung is a good guy here, supporting his older brother. Baby was asked to help hold my arm up in the air while the doctor examined me. He said I would have to raise my arm completely for a few seconds to see the position my body would take.
"Hey Suga, you can do it. Breathe slowly and we'll lift it for you," Baby said, drawing my attention. I nodded. Everyone's hands felt comforting as I followed their advice, and she said, "Now," and my arm was gently lifted. It hurt to keep it up, but this time I didn't feel the need to cry out in pain like I usually did. Although my breathing was still coming in short gasps, as if I were exhausted from exercising.
"Okay, okay... good work here... when you're ready we'll lower your arm, when the nurse arrives we'll prepare you for surgery and finally operate on you tomorrow if possible," he told me while marking my shoulder with something like a marker.
I have to call Namjoon to set a date... they're waiting for my call... but let's lower my arm before something happens... it hurts like hell.
Trying not to laugh at my colorful vocabulary, I leaned on Baby, who was facing me, so they could put my arm back down. I heard the door open and Taehyung even moved to shield us a little with his figure, but it was just the nurse returning with the supplies.
My phone was outside in my bag and Baby offered to look for it, but I stayed like a tick, resting on it until I could get dressed again.
- Min Yoongi, I'll stay, but loosen up a little or we'll end up on the floor. You're not that heavy, but I'm not sure I can hold you in this position - she said very kindly.
Taehyung just laughed as he said he'd call Namjoon instead of me. He did this while I watched the nurse preparing the supplies, and I'd bet my money she was either cursing Baby or plotting her murder right then and there, so I hugged her as tightly as I could.
They immediately agreed to have me operated on as soon as possible, so late at night they brought me back to be admitted when there weren't so many people in the hospital.
PD asked to speak to Baby, so Taehyung unplugged the speakerphone and held the phone so she could use it.
"Nothing after sending my friend home. I can handle everything with my laptop and phone until you decide on my schedule, OK... no problem, call or text me if there's a change of plans, bye... have a nice day." And the call ended.
- Doctor, I will be the person who takes care of him, and I will have the family's consent to act as an intermediary if something happens and a decision needs to be made. I will also have a list of people who can visit him and consider his admission name. I will stay with him until he is sent home.
"Ohhhwwwwy, what a great nanny you got! Just wait until I tell everyone you're going to have Baby all to yourself because of that little awchy of yours." "Little awchy?" I opened my mouth to say a few words to my dear friend, but Baby covered my mouth with her hand, telling the doctor that I was back to life enough to get ready for tomorrow. They gave me instructions, took blood, and weighed me before they had to stamp the document that allows me to have the surgery, and Baby put the copy in my place.
The doctor urged the nurse to leave with him and told us to wait for someone to accompany us back to the car. They then helped me get dressed again and we left the hospital for a few hours.
We were already in the parking lot when Baby pushed us back into the elevator and closed the doors, staying outside with the hospital employee. We could hear her asking for directions to another entrance to the hospital, and after his response, she probably left. A few minutes later, the employee opened the door and told us to stay out of the way while the security guard used his communicator to tell the driver to come get us. The driver left the parking lot leisurely, driving slowly, while the security guard who had been with us located Baby at the hospital entrance, walking towards the bus stop. He rolled down his window, and Baby recognized him without him having to get out. She opened the car door just enough to get in without the car stopping completely to pick her up... she did it like in action movies.
I had put some things on the chair and set an alarm to go down for dinner. I'm trying to sleep because I feel restless. I just want the pain to go away so I can enjoy the performances with beautiful choreography and not have my arm paralyzed repeatedly. The strong medication is also taking its toll on me.
Baby knocked on my door a few minutes before we had planned to go to dinner. I let her in and she told me what PD had asked her to do about taking care of me. To make a long story short, since they didn't have anywhere to put her up until New Year's when industry activities affected by the pandemic restrictions would resume, she made me realize that she would be traveling with me to Daegu and wanted to ask me for help finding a place to stay.
We had to find that when we got there. She told me she had spoken with my mother because Namjoon and our manager explained my situation regarding my stay in the hospital, so she would be my shadow, and that she liked my voice. She also understood that my family's presence would trigger a chain reaction of people trying to find me or see the group. She helped me pack my clothes for the hospital.
During dinner we learned about her and the businesses she had created: several dance schools when she had the opportunity, and a small artists' agency, which will now be run entirely by her friend and former manager. We discovered that she tries to help people access training, offering dance classes that help talented individuals find work and continue their training with the money earned from performances, or when they can't afford school fees. When performance fees are too high, she also pays the dancers.
She says her income isn't anything to be proud of, but it was a solid source of money, so her budgets don't work against her. Every new school or artist should be managed so that everyone benefits; therefore, happy workers are the ones who open doors for them to partner with larger companies, and that's how she ended up here.
Her first three schools were registered in her mother's name because she was a minor and couldn't do anything in her own name until she turned 18, which is the legal adult age in her country. Her manager didn't know how she managed to know everything about her students and companies, in addition to keeping up with all the services she offered.
She also insisted like crazy on patenting her teaching technique, so there's no other company like hers, and that's why she came here. Perhaps with our company they can create something... to create artists in a kinder way, which exists but would take too long to implement, and her working with this system will help her develop something unique that will be useful not only here.
Everyone was ready to let us go. As soon as we arrived at the airport, I realized how hard their separation was, so I stayed in the car and let them start a new chapter in their lives. I was distracted by texting my friends when the draft made me realize she was back, just as the cold air had crept in before she could.
I had never seen anyone so devastated as she was at that moment. I had seen unimaginable things with my friends, but no one had ever looked so lost in my life. My phone was vibrating, but I couldn't take my eyes off her as she said, her voice trembling, that we could go now... I don't know exactly what their relationship was or how long it had been, but I couldn't help but wonder if there was any reason for someone to be so sad about not being able to be by my side.