June 8, 2019:

4 PM

Once we get ashore they prop me onto a young mans back carefully. After a bit of walking we make it to a little village on the mountains. We get to what I'm guessing is their little doctors office and set me down on a cot. All the while Jimin follows and helps whenever he can. Soon they untie my cardigan and cut the top of my dress off. Leaving me in my bra, if it was in another non-serious situation I would be embarrassed. My thoughts though are soon cut off as soon as they start to pull out the stick. I scream and squirm in agony throughout the whole ordeal. 

Jimin provides me his hand as they proceed to pour alcohol on the wound. Finally they are done and wrap it up in some fabric. But, now it's time for them to look at my shoulder. This wound is deeper so all they can do is pour alcohol on it and wrap it tight with fabric. I'm once again being transferred to a makeshift cot in the back of a truck. Before I fully got into the truck I saw it said Hospital Transportation. On the way there it was a horrifyingly sad sight to see. There were injured people, dead people, animals, rescuers, and even people in distress just trying to find their loved ones. The sight brings tears to my eyes. 

The truck stops and the hospital has thousands upon thousands of people all spread out around the hospital. They put me on a stretcher and rush it in a huge room full of other people in beds, chairs, or even on the floor. Once set in my spot the nurses rush off to other patients who need help. Jimin props the top part of my bed up and helps me get into a sitting position.

 "Jimin, I forgot to ask but, how old are you?" I ask trying to make small talk. It was exhausting seeing all the sadness and darkness surrounding the hospital. "Im 24," he says with that pretty smile "again. I chuckle cause he's older than me, "Ah, so you're older than me Im 20". He smiles again and I sadly start to miss Jungkook. His handsome little bunny smile, the way his nose would scrunch cutely, and the way he'd sometimes just fall right onto my shoulder if it was super funny. Every memory of us was flooding my mind. 'Please, Namjesus let him be ok.' I beg in my head.

I believe four hours have passed cause the sun is now set. Still no sight of Jungkook and Jimin has looked at the patient list every five minutes to check. Theres no sign of his friend either sadly. After a bit I feel super thirst and look around for a cup of water, "Jiminie Oppa can you please get me some water? Im super thirsty". He nods and gets up to leave. Two minutes pass by and a man that is walking by trips and falls. "Oh my god, are you okay?" I ask concerned as the fall looked pretty bad. He stands up and awkwardly wipes himself off, "Yup, I'm totally fine". I smile at him because of how cute and shy he was acting.  "Thank goodness no one needs to be more hurt than they already are," I say and he nods in agreement with an unforgettable boxy smile.

"Do you think you could keep me some company while my friends away?" I ask. He nods and sits in the chair next to my bed. I see sadness in his eyes. Everyone has that look. Jimin and I have that look, "I can't believe you found your friend. I'm still looking for mine." I look at him sympathetically. We've all lost someone cause of this disaster today. "Well he's not who I cam with. I found him unconscious and floating in the water. But, we're both looking for the people we came with. Maybe we can help! What's their name?" I ask while looking at him. He looks up happily with eyes spread wide, "His name is Jimin...Park Jimin." I get so excited I jump a bit and kind of regret it cause it hurt, but I can't help the excitement that comes over me. "Thats the man I found!" I shout. His box smile grows bigger while he jumps up and down excitedly.

After talking for 15 minutes we hear a gasp and Jimin sets the cup down on my side table. He runs to the other side with happy tears in his eyes. After a long warm embrace they start to talk a bit. I accidently ruined the mood by saying aloud, "I wish I could find my boyfriend and be happy again". Taehyung grabs my hand to comfort me. "Don't loose hope Junghwa! He could still be alive and somewhere safe." He says. I give them a little smile before we go onto a different/ not sad topic. 

Jungkook, my love. Please be alive. Please be safe.