A/N:

Previously: A kiss, followed by disaster. After Jungkook got into an accident for the sake of saving some local wildlife, your Happy Halloween plans had to be quickly canceled...

DISCLAIMER: As always this is a work of fiction and is not intended to reflect or affect the real life idols, people, companies or properties etc. mentioned. This fanfic contains censored swearing and Suga being salty, so beware.

Anyway, here we go~
 

“I don't know if he'll be awake yet, but they said we're allowed to go in and see him individually.”
Hoseok's gentle hand met your back and guided you forth through the doorway. You stepped inside with hooded eyes, hearing the door shut behind you, and fearing what you might see.

It wasn't so bad. Jungkook was laying on the bed, his leg supported and his forehead only lightly bandaged. His eyes were open too, and they settled on you when you walked inside. Lips pursed, you calmly approached, almost afraid that the shifting of the air itself might harm him somehow.

“...[Y/N]...ah...” he breathed softly, a smile coming over his slightly dry lips as he looked up at you. You came to a stop by the edge of the bed and took his hand when he lifted it slightly in offering. His skin was soft but still cold. You could see tiny little nicks upon his porcelain face, but nothing that wouldn't fade over time.

“Is...is your leg okay?” Trying to keep your composure, you spoke in a deliberately steady voice. You feared the worst but were relieved when he nodded.
“It doesn't hurt really...they must have me on something...” he sighed, then let his head flop back against the pillow again, his soft locks arranged upon it. Even when he was injured he still looked immaculate.

“Hoseok said...that it might...that they think it might be broken...” you struggled to say it. Jungkook's eyes flitted over to you, but again, his expression was comforting.
“The doctors are taking a look at the X-Rays right now. They're hoping it might only be a fracture...”

Well, that was good, to an extent. At the very least it wasn't outright confirmed that his leg was broken, and that little bit of hope was enough to tide you over and help hold back the tears. Your now dryer eyes studied his forehead next.
“And...your head?”
“Ah-” Jungkook strained a little, but managed to lift his fingertips so they could grace against the off-white bandages, “-yeah, I think I hit it when I was knocked down...”

You swallowed thickly. Just the idea of him being hit by a car made you sick. Perhaps that was partially because the same thing had nearly happened to you...although in your case, there wouldn't have been anything left to cart to hospital.

“I hope it gets better soon as well.” You spoke, and he smiled at you warmly, his hand giving yours a tender squeeze. His lips parted, and he almost seemed like he wanted to say something. Then he seemed to hesitate, and looked away for a moment, before finally speaking:
“...I'm sorry.”

“Huh?” your eyes widened, your hand slipping away slightly, subconsciously. He looked back up at you and sighed again.
“Because of me our night was ruined.”
“...No, that's not true at all!” you insisted quickly, and shook your head adamantly, “-Besides...I think Yoongi is convinced that the hedgehog is the real mastermind behind all of this.”

“Hah...maybe so.” Jungkook let out a little breathy chuckle, then moved his hand onto his lap. “...But I feel bad. I didn't even get to see the outfit you were wearing.”
Of course. Showing up to the hospital in costume might have been a tad inappropriate. You'd all changed into your normal gear pretty much as soon as you arrived, besides Jungkook of course, though his personal effects were arranged on a nearby chair.

“Well, Jimin did take a photo of me before we headed out if you'd like to see it?”
Naturally, he nodded, and so you showed him. Jungkook perked up when he saw your outfit and tilted his head with interest.
“Oh, you're Alice!”
“Heh, yeah.” you had to admit, seeing how pleased he was with your choice made you proud. And that pride only grew when he continued to praise you:
“You look really cute. The bloodstains are a nice touch of course.”

You almost laughed at his little joke (even if the history behind those stains was a tricky one). However, his comment caught you off guard.
Had Jungkook ever called you 'cute' before?

Wow. I don't know what drugs they're giving him, but Yoongi needs some...

“Oh, are you Miss [F/N] [L/N]?”
A professional voice entered the room, and you looked over to see a somewhat stern looking doctor entering the room with it. He spoke nicely enough though, coming over with his clipboard when you nodded and asked:
“Yes. Is his leg going to be okay?”

That was all you cared about right now.

“...It appears to be a severe fracture, but the bone isn't actually broken.” the doctor explained, immediately causing a wave of relief throughout the room. One of those rare occasions where the word 'severe' was actually comforting,
“-If he avoids putting pressure on his leg for a while and allows it to recover, then he should be fine. I would give it at least two months. No strenuous exercise, no using that leg at all. He should be encouraged to rest as much as possible.”

“Sounds easy enough...” Jungkook was still cracking away. The wooziness of his voice was a telltale sign of the magic at work...
This was good news though. Hopefully, he'd be fully recovered in time for New Years. Hopefully.

“Thank you, Doctor, that's good news. Great news actually.” You added, while Jungkook looked up at him.
“And...the driver...is he okay?”
You'd completely neglected to even think about that. The guy who hit him on the road...accidentally of course, but still...

Trust Jungkook to be worried about him.

“He appears to be fine, with just some minor injuries. Anyway, you'd best see some of your other friends before you need to rest again.”
That was your cue, so you took it. You didn't want to cause any bother after all, nor did you want to stress Jungkook out.

Leaving the room and letting Hoseok go in after, you decided to seek out the one other person you desperately needed to talk to right now. It went without saying that it was Jimin.

As you ventured through the cold hospital corridor, your fingers chastely touched your lips a few times. It was kind of subconscious, but sort of deliberate too.