By the time I awaken a full day has passed. Yoongi and Jin are passed out by my bedside, each on opposite sides. But Taehyung is not here.

I vaguely recall his episode before my world had gone dark and I am suddenly sitting up, ramrod straight. I turn to Yoongi, shaking him violently and noisily.

"Yoongi! Wake up!" I shout, waking Jin instead.

He flounders for a moment, confused by his surroundings. They must have been so tired, and so worried... My heart aches in my chest.

"Where is Tae?" I ask quietly, voice little more than a whisper.

Jin doesn't seem to be able to look me in the eyes, suddenly finding something of extreme interest upon the floor.

"He's not doing too well, " Jin states softly.

My heart drops from my chest into my stomach and nausea begins to churn within.

"What do you mean?" I half sob. "What is going on?"

Yoongi stirs on the other side and I nearly give myself whiplash to turn and face him.

"We thought... We thought he'd have longer, " Yoongi tells me softly, rubbing his eyes as he sits up. "But he's out of time. Without a heart transplant, he won't survive the week..."

I can see it in their faces, they are heart broken. Whatever this is between Tae and I... These are his brothers and they are losing him. What right do I have to cry? Especially when this is all my fault.

If I hadn't gotten Taehyung wrapped up in my problems... If the stress of my situation hadn't been added to his...

"It isn't your fault, " Yoongi tells me, grasping my hand and forcing me to release my fist.

I hadn't even realized I'd been clenching it.

A sudden knock on the door interrupts our conversation.

"Excuse me, " says the man as he enters the room cautiously. "Would it be possible to speak with the eldest Kim? It's in regards to your brother."

The three of us all sit up, immediately on high alert.

"We think that we might have a donor, " he tells us, motioning to Jin. "I need to speak with you about consent for surgery."

"What is there to talk about?" Jin exclaims. "I'll sign whatever you need me to, just take care of my brother!"

The doctor shifts uncomfortably on the pads of his feet. "Well, " he begins, "the odds aren't exactly in his favor. We can't promise that this transplant will be successful."

"It doesn't matter, " I insert quietly.

I know that this isn't my place, and I have no right to speak for Taehyung. Even so, I can only imagine that each and every one of us are feeling and thinking the same thing.

"It's a chance we are willing to take, " Yoongi adds.

"Our brother is a strong man, " Jin says, looking straight into my eyes as he continues. "And he's got far too much to live for to stop fighting now."

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All six of Taehyung's brothers are crowded around my hospital bed, waiting for news. Tae went into surgery hours ago and we all have grown more than a little jittery.

"You'll see, " Hobi mutters to Jimin, who is wringing his hands in despair. "Tae-hyung will make it..."

"And what if he doesn't?" Jimin chokes out emotionally.

I take Jimin's hand into my own, squeezing for comfort. "The best we can do for right now is have faith that everything is gonna be okay, " I tell him softly.

But I am a hypocrite, because I'm worried as well.

And when the doctor returns, clipboard in hand, I am the first person to heckle him.

"Well?" I ask, staring at the doctor with expectant eyes.

"Please let it be good news, for the love of God!" I plead internally.

The doctor smiles at us, huddled into this tiny hospital room as we are.

"You were right, Mr.Kim." he tells us kindly. "You're brother is a tough man. He's going to be just fine."

His smile grows wider as we all dare to breathe for the first time in hours.

"So..." Jin begins hesitantly. "The surgery was a success?"

The doctor nods, and the room explodes.

There are tears of joy, and shouts of relief, as we all hug each other. We're probably making far too much ruckus for a hospital, but I don't think any of us can bring ourselves to care.

Taehyung is going to be fine. He no longer has to sit back and wait for death to arrive. I almost can't believe it.

"You are more than welcome to go and visit him, " the doctor informs us kindly. "He should be waking up any minute now."

But we are already leaving. I have to drag my drip with me, but I am grateful for the support as I hobble along beside Yoongi. The rest of the horde has already rushed ahead, leaving only the normally sullen police officer to help me.

My arm is folded into his to allow me just that extra bit of support. My stomach is still extremely ginger around the site of the bullet wound. To be honest, I'm lucky to still be standing at all, given the type of bullet Jacob had been using. He'd meant to kill Taehyung with that shot after all.

We shouldn't have been surprised to find out he'd slathered the bulletin poison.

By the time I arrive the rest of the boys are already gathered around Taehyung who is awake. His eyes are bright and cheerful, though there are large bags beneath his eyes. He looks like he's been put through the ringer, and yet, he's never looked more handsome.

He's alive and well. What more could I ask for?

I rush to his side, assisted by Yoongi, and throw my arms around his neck. I lay sprawled against him, weeping tears of joy into his shoulder as he pats my back comfortingly.

"You didn't think I'd really kick the bucket did you?" He asks cheerfully, eyes twinkling as I look up and into them.

I choke on my answering giggle, continuing to sob pitifully.

"You really did scare us all, " Yoongi says quietly. "Just like a punk, to worry his family so much."

But his words lack any bite at all. Yoongi is smiling just as brightly as any of us, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes as well.

"Aww, " Tae responds teasingly. "I feel so loved! But really, how could I kick the bucket?"

He hugs me even closer, one hand burying itself in my hair in order to hold my head upon his chest.

"After all, Chloe and I still have to get married, " he announces.

Though everyone smiles and laughs, ribbing Taehyung about such a cheesy statement, he continues.

"Laugh all you want, " he says, growing so serious that everyone stops almost immediately. He leans down, the next part whispered directly into my ear. "But I'm dead serious. You will marry me, won't you Chloe?"

Smiling against his chest I nod. "Yes, " I reply breathlessly. "I will."

And though I can't see it, I know that Taehyung is smiling.