Jimin let go of Jin and started to make his way to the changing room. Jin was grabbing a few of his things, when he saw something red on the leather couch. His heart dropped when he saw it was blood, right under where Jimin was laying.

Jin rushed to where the makeup crew was cleaning up, and he swiped a few cleaning wipes and cleaned up the couch. It wasn't a lot, but it was definitely worth telling Jimin- and possibly the other members.

He tossed away the evidence, and met Jimin in the changing room. He knew which stall he was in, because of the irregular, panicked breathing and desperate whimpers.

"Jiminie, what's happening?" Jin asked, leaning against the door. It was unlocked and Jimin had gotten his pants off, and noticed the blood that went through them. Jin panicked on the inside, but he knew if he let it out of control, it wouldn't help Jimin- that was already having a panic attack.

Jin got closer to Jimin after he closed the plastic door behind him. "Hey, it's okay. We're going to get you checked out soon, okay? I don't-" "H-hyung," Jimin gasped, unable to get his breathing under control, and he gripped Jin's hands. "It's, I'm-" "Jimin-ah, listen to me." Jin told him in a calm voice, trying to get him under control as well. Jimin's eyes were filled with tears, again.

"Breathe with me, focus on my breaths, okay?" Jin rubbed Jimin's hand with his thumb, but Jimin shook his head. "I can-'t-" "Yes, you can. You're going to be okay, just focus on me." Jin hushed him, looking intently into Jimin's eyes. Jimin tried to hold his breath to match Jin's slow breathing, and after a few tries, he was getting better. "That's it, you've got it." Jin encouraged, noticing how Jimin's frantic grip was loosening on his hands. They inhaled together, and Jimin exhaled shakily while Jin's was smooth. Ten minutes past before Jimin was taking smooth, slow breaths; in through his nose, out through his mouth.

"Okay- see, you're alright. Now, do you know where you're bleeding from?" Jin asked Jimin, still holding on to his smaller hands. Jimin nodded. "Between my legs, hyung, I'm so scared-" Jimin's breath staggered, and Jin gripped his hands. "Hey, don't. I've got you, and everyone else too. Let's just get you changed, so we can get to a doctor faster, yeah?" Jin suggested, trying to keep Jimin from spiraling out again. Jimin let out a short sob, and took a deep breath while he nodded.

"Alright, I've got your shirt," Jin slid Jimin's shirt off and grabbed his gray sweater he was wearing earlier. He helped it on him, ignoring the multiple scars and red marks all along his chest.

It suddenly reminded him that Jimin wasn't like the other members, and it could be something very obvious happening.

While Jimin got his pants up, Jin asked, "Jiminie, could it be a period? Do you think?" Jimin whined and buttoned his jeans, not bothering with the belt because that would hurt more. "I don't know, honestly. My doctor said the chances were extremely low, but I guess he never said it couldn't ever happe- ah, shit!" He was hit with a hard cramp in his stomach mid-sentence, and Jin instinctively grabbed Jimin around his waist to keep him from falling. "Damnit, it hurts so-" "I know- you're dressed, let's go, I've got you." Jin dismissed the conversation, and helped Jimin out to the van.

Everyone was ready by then, and the ride to the hospital was less than ten minutes. Jimin had his head on Yoongi's left shoulder, crying softly but it was controlled. Jungkook was driving.

Once they arrived, more blood had appeared on Jimin's pants and it was difficult to walk with the mass amount of pain he was in.

Jin began to talk to the front desk, and Jungkook and Taehyung had gone to find somewhere for everyone to wait together. Hoseok held Jimin's hand.

"Let me go with him," Hoseok asked Jin while two nurses were on their way with a bed. "Please...if I did something, I have to know." He looked deep in Jin's eyes, worry present all over. Jin agreed, and Hoseok went back with Jimin and their manager.

In the room, Jimin was hooked up to a heart monitor, and they found his heart beat fast, faster than what was safe. "Alright, sir, what's your pain level, one to ten-" "Nine." Jimin interrupted the nurse. His right hand held his stomach gently. "Where does it hurt the most?" The nurse asked, while she gently pressed down on different areas on Jimin's abdomen. He yelled out when she pressed on the center of the lower region. "Okay, we'll get an ultrasound ready for you, and we'll figure out what's going on. It shouldn't hurt that much, I just barely pressed. Try and take some deep breaths for me." She advised him.

Jimin whined and closed his eyes tight, wishing for the pain to go away. Hoseok helped him calm down a little.

A few moments later, Jimin's shirt was pulled up enough for the main nurse and her assistant to do an ultrasound. "Oh, you're...intersex- okay, it looks like there's bleeding along your vaginal walls; do you have regular menstrual cycles?" The nurse asked Jimin, eyes locked on the ultrasound screen as she carefully moved the wand around.

Jimin was already embarrassed, it couldn't get any worse, right?

"No, m-my doctor said I shouldn't have them, it could hurt me." Jimin hissed as the nurse pressed down on his stomach, and his hand reached out for Hoseok. "Oh, okay. From the looks of it, it seems you're having a period right now. If your doctor said it could hurt you, we'll need to do some more tests to see what solution we can do for you, okay? Are you allergic to any medicine, or pain killers?" She asked while her assistant began to turn off the ultrasound machine, and wipe the blue gel off of Jimin's stomach, carefully.

"No." Jimin answered plainly. "Okay, we'll see about getting you some of those since your pain is very high. We'll be back in a few moments." And the two nurses left, leaving Jimin and Hoseok tightly locked in their hands.

"Okay, at least I didn't hurt you- that's what I was worried about; when we fell." Hoseok chuckled nervously, holding on to Jimin's smaller hand. "It hurts so bad, hyungie..." Jimin dismissed the small light, leaning over on Hoseok's arm. Hoseok kissed the top of his head (forgetting their manager standing next to him) in to confort. "I'm sorry, Jiminie...they'll figure something out. Do you want me to text the others?" Hoseok asked him, but Jimin quickly shook his head No. Hoseok understood, and sat next to Jimin in the hospital bed. Their manager waited patiently.

A few moments later, the nurse's came to take some blood for a test that Hoseok didn't catch. All he could think about, was how much he felt sorry for his boyfriend, and how much he wished for all of it to go away. Jimin was squeamish as the needle entered his arm, but after they got what they needed, he was okay. It only took about twenty minutes, until they returned.

"Hey, Jimin," The nurse didn't sound relaxed, she sounded like she was ready for business. Jimin's stomach twisted in anticipation about whatever she had to say. "So normally with a menstrual cycle, the blood is the shedding of the vaginal wall, because you aren't pregnant- I assume you know this-" "Yes." Jimin cut her off, cheeks going as red as his hands from gripping Hoseok's so tightly. "Your low count of eggs sort-of prevents that protection wall building up, the part that sheds during your period. So while it appears as if you're having a period, you're actually bleeding from your fallopian tubes and we need to get in there surgically to stop the bleeding. You're pretty much bleeding out as we speak." She explained to Jimin, and he suddenly was hit with a wave of nausea and light headedness. His grip loosened on Hoseok's hand for a moment, as he took a deep breath.

"If you don't want to do a surgery, we can go in right now and clamp the area so the bleeding will stop." The nurse put on gloves, and Jimin's anxiety spiked- it was visible on the heart monitor. Hoseok winced as Jimin held his hand tighter than ever. "No, n-no- surgery is fine." He brought his legs a little closer to himself, away from the nurse in a panic. The assistant and the nurse talked for a moment before the assistant left the room. "Okay, we'll schedule you in soon. It shouldn't take very long, and while we're waiting for the surgery we will give you an IV and medication to help with your pain." The female nurse went on to explain, noticing how scared Jimin looked. If he could, he would probably be bouncing his leg now.

The nurse left with a few papers in hand, and Jimin looked over at Hoseok. "I'm scared," He sniffled and started to cry, letting go of Hoseok's hand once he realized how tightly he was holding on.

"I won't leave your side, Jiminie. I'll stay with you as long as I can." Hoseok kissed his hand, and just as he spoke, the nurse returned.

"We're available for an emergency surgery right now, what have you had to eat and drink in the past twelve hours?" She asked, while two other nurses brought in another bed to transfer him on to. "Um, I forgot about breakfast this morning," which was a lie, he didn't eat on purpose, "so just water." Jimin told her, as Hoseok helped transfer him to the other bed. "Okay." The nurses began to take Jimin down the hallway- they hadn't gotten the chance for an IV yet, so they didn't have to worry about it.

"The procedure should take about two to three hours." The nurse told Hoseok and their manager, and they soon joined the other five in the waiting room.

"Is Jiminie gonna be okay?" Jungkook asked. "Yeah, he should be..." Their manager nodded, calming their nerves a little. Hoseok still wondered if it was his fault...