The room smelled of flowers. Dahlia, roses, lilies and such. The smell of them stung in his nose. He has always been sensitive to smell but it was somehow better than smelling disinfectants.

His mother sat on the sofa to his left side. In the last... he didn't know how many days. He couldn't count them.
His mom met all the visitors. There was always someone who wanted to see how he was doing and check up on his parents.

She used to cry a lot in the starting but now she was just hopeful that he'd wake up. Sara too had cried with her a few times but somehow, it seemed fake, but Jungkook ignored it.

"Be strong, Mrs Jeon," He heard his pit master say. He regretted ever thinking ill about the man. He regretted not listening but it was in past now. "Jungkook is a good boy. He'll be up and about in no time. I believe in him. I don't know when I'd be able to visit again but call me if you ever need anything. I'll be here to help." Mrs Jeon thanked the man her voice breaking a little at the end.

Sara came by next day. Mrs Jeon left her to give her privacy. Jungkook expected her to cry a little but she just sat there. He had no idea what she was doing but then she spoke after a long time.

"I know you need time to heal but it's been too long, baby. It's been a month. How long are you just going to lay here like this expecting us to keep on praying. You need wake up, Jeon. Your mother needs you, you father needs you." She sniffed suddenly, her voice just above a whisper. "I need you. Please wake up."

He tried to. It's not like he didn't want to wake up but he couldn't. Something was holding him back.

Tears flowed down the side of his face as he heard her leaving, the door being slammed. He was angry with whoever controlled this. He was angry with himself for not being good enough. He wanted his mother to stop crying. He wanted his father to stop overworking just to get his attention off of his disabled son. He was plain angry with everyone.

A gentle hand wiped his tears away. It was none other than his mom. "Don't cry, darling. The doctors say you can't hear us but I know you can. Don't listen to that girl, I never liked her anyway. Take your time, don't feel burdened. I'm just happy that you are still alive." He felt her soft lips pressing on his forehead. "I love you so much, darling."

I love you too, mom.