PREVIOUSLY: The unknown female snickered cruelly. She was spying on Park Jimin from the doorway, giggling when she saw the male noticeably shiver and look around with wide, startled eyes. The kind you see on an animal that knows it's being watched, stalked... hunted. The female pulled up the Doctors mask she'd stolen and moved away from her prey, for now.
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3rd Person's P.O.V.
Jimin tossed and turned in the hospital sheets, in his sleeping state he was feeling like he was being tied down, restrained, trapped. He whimpered in his sleep and continued to twist restlessly; the nightmares that plagued his sleeping hours weren't uncommon, but since he didn't have any valium or targin or morphine they'd gotten worse again, reliving the time he was bullied by his best friend.
Jimin's whimpers became soft cries, mumbled pleading, begging and it got louder until he woke with a scream, sitting bolt upright. He was terrified and there was still a strong grip around his hand and wrist, he screamed again, his whole body trembling like he was being shaken in a mixer. Jimin looked at the person with blurry tear-filled eyes and as he tried to yank his limb from the person, he stilled when he saw who it was, and squeezed their hand tightly instead.
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Jeongguk had woken about an hour before Jimin's terrified scream. He couldn't work out what had woken him so he got up. The younger went to the toilet before washing his hands and making his way back to the hard and uncomfortable bed. Once he got back in, pulling up one of the warm blankets his brother had brought in for him and Jimin he lay down and grabbed his mobile phone hoping to either find something interesting on YouTube or to be able to make himself fall asleep by reading a trash novel on his favourite site, Webnovel.
Jeongguk heard a soft sniffle from a little way to his right, looking over he couldn't see anything so he shrugged it off and went back to his phone. The soft sniffle turned into whimpers, then into muttered words and Jeongguk couldn't work out most of them so he didn't move much, hoping it wouldn't be a bad night terror like the ones Jimin used to have but the sounds from his friend were getting louder and he knew that this was going to be more than just a bad dream. Jeongguk didn't know (he couldn't) that Jimin was pleading for his life in the terrifying, never-ending nightmare he was trapped in.
When his friend began sobbing the younger moved from his bed to the chair next to his friends bed, knowing he couldn't wake Jimin up he grabbed the older males hand and held on to it like he was holding on to life itself, clear liquid welling and overflowing from his chocolate orbs and making tracks down his face, dripping onto his nightshirt. Jeongguk jumped when Jimin screamed and sat upright but he didn't let go of the elders hand, if anything, he gripped it tighter.
Without thinking the youngest sent his location to an old friend, then a second message containing only three words. *I FOUND HIM*. Jeongguk really, really hoped Jimin wouldn't be too angry with him when he found out what he'd done.