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    It had been four days since the accident. Four days of pure torture. The guys visited the hospital every day, while Miyoung and I practically lived there. Jieun’s room had become our new hangout. It was so hard walking in there and seeing Jieun in the exact same position as she had been for the past few days, eyes closed and completely silent. We all talked to her as if she was still conscious. I think that’s the only thing that kept me sane throughout this whole ordeal- talking to Jieun. Even though she couldn’t answer, I believed she could still somehow hear me. I was just in the middle of telling Jieun about a recent episode of Breaking Bad, our favourite TV show, when Dr. Yarbrough walked in.

    “Yoongi, you should go home,” He said. I was here to see Jieun so often that Dr. Yarbrough knew my name by now. “You’ve been here practically all day-every day, and I really think you should get some rest. I promise I’ll let y’all know of any updates. Okay?”

    “Okay.” I sighed. Even though she wouldn’t be able to register it, I gave Jieun a kiss on her forehead, then reluctantly got up to leave. “Thank you, Doc.”

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    For the next two days I was confined to my room by my own wishes. As the sun was shining through my window that Thursday afternoon, I laid down in my bed and listened to music. It wasn’t until I was almost asleep that my phone rang, startling me awake. The caller ID told me that it was Miyoung.

    “Hello?” I answered.

    “Yoongi! She’s waking up!” Miyoung gasped. My heart nearly stopped at the news. Finally.

    “Be right there.” I said quickly before hanging up. I jumped up out of my bed, ran down the stairs, and drove to the hospital. Yes, I was speeding big-time, but I didn’t get pulled over. I was lucky. As soon as I arrived I ran through the glass doors of the hospital and entered Jieun’s room. Just like when she was admitted right after the accident, everyone was crowded around and I had to push through them to see her.

    There she was, sitting in the bed and struggling to keep her eyes open, awake. The endotracheal tube that was helping her breathe was gone. My eyes immediately started to tear up. I slowly made my way to her side and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly against my beating heart. I felt as if I was going to burst with all the happine