I'm groggy and dazed, my head really hurts and I feel stiff. How much did I drink last night? I'm trying desperately to open my eyes and turn of my alarm. I can hear it bleeping, but they won't comply. I hear movement to my left, "Namjoon?" I croak.
"No honey, it's Mum" a voice replies but it rings in my ears, I feel like I'm going to throw up. What is going on, why is my Mum in my flat? What kind of weird dream or nightmare is this?
I finally manage to get my eyes to open and they are really blurry. It takes me a minute to focus on the face next to me. It is my Mum, standing behind her is my Dad. I'm not in my bedroom, I don't recognise this place. "Where am I?" I force out of my dry throat.
"You are in the hospital honey, you have been for 6 weeks" she says and I feel her take my hand. "6 weeks?" I question. She grabs a cup from the cabinet on my left and pours some water from the jug alongside it and holds it to my mouth. "Here, wet your whistle honey". I take a sip and the liquid helps my mouth feel less like a cat littler tray. Again I say "6 weeks?"
"Let me call the doctor in Aimee to check you over and we can fill you in after" she says in her usual authoritative voice. I nod as there is no point arguing with her. She walks towards what I now realise to be the end of my bed and exits in to a hallway on my right. My Dad steps forward and places his hand on my forehead and just says "Glad you are awake monkey". I think I smile back at him but my body doesn't quite feel like my own.
Mum returns with the doctor who does some checks on me, various things like my temperature, pulse, blood pressure and checks my eyes. He then goes to the bottom of the bed and starts fiddling with my feet, asking if I can feel what he is doing. Thankfully I do and I tell him so. He tells me he is happy with me so far and tells me to rest and that he will come back later for a further check up. He says he will arrange for me to have something to eat albeit small and disappears back out of the room.
"Now tell me what happened please" I say to my Mum. I'm not taking no for an answer.
She explains that after I left Lori, I got to my front door but didn't make it in. I was mugged on the doorstep. I had been kicked all over my torso and beaten around the head. I sustained broken ribs, a punctured lung, 2 black eyes, a busted lip and a dislocated shoulder. They got away with my hand bag and stole my jewellery. "Shit! Jimin's ring! Did they get Jimin's ring?" I shout. "Yes honey, they ripped it off of your finger. You hit your head so badly you have been in an induced coma and were only woken up today because the swelling in your brain had gone done enough".
"Where is Lori?" I ask continuing with "and Namjoon, where is he?" My Mum comes back to my side and takes my hand. "Lori is at home, she is packing up her stuff. She leaves for Korea in just over a week. She will be back later. She has been here everyday. Joonie, well, Joonie is back in Korea. He left 4 weeks ago". She says and I hear her voice drop. She is upset for me.
"He went home? He left?" I feel my words catch in my throat and my eyes sting as tears roll down my cheeks. My Dad passes me a tissue and imparts a little more information. "He had no choice Aimee. Big Hit made him. The boys had a tour starting and they couldn't prepare if all of them where not there. He has called me every day since to check on your progress, and has FaceTimed with you even though you have been asleep. He would just talk to you, or sing. In fact all the boys FacedTimed at some points and they all sung to you, Jimin sang you one of his new songs".
I feel a little better by having the explanation but I still wish he was here. I'm still crying. My Mum wipes my eyes and for the first time in a long time tells me she loves me. "The 2 weeks he was here before leaving he was so attentive to you. He would clean your face and hands, he brushed your hair and put lip balm on for you. He was distraught when he had to leave. We really like him Aimee. He is such a lovely young man" she says and I can see my Dad nodding in agreement.
"Is Louis ok?" I ask, concerned for my little fur-ball. "He is fine. We have been staying at yours since we flew over. Joonie went to Lori's. He thought that would be easier for everyone. "Joonie?" I say quizzically only just picking up on the pet name my Mum is using for him. "That's what the army call him Aimee" she says. I laugh, what is going on here. How does my Mum know about the army?