an; new point of view for this chapter (:

"How are you feeling?" Jimin asks sheepishly and takes a seat beside my rather uncomfortable bed.

I shrug carelessly and divert my gaze away from the red haired boy, and to the thick bandages enveloping my wrists instead. My mind races endlessly with panic and confusion at the mere sight of them.

I don't remember anything about last night. All I'm aware of is that I have some sort of creepy disorder that is adamant to hurt me. A part of me is relieved the equally-as-creepy cameras recorded my episode, though. Otherwise, I'd still be seen as the depressed girl who constantly lies.

"I'm guessing not very good." Jimin breathes and leans forward, resting his elbows onto the ripped area of his jeans.

I nod slowly, unsure what else to say.

"Lina, please talk to me." He begs quietly and my heart wrenches at the displeasing feeling of seeing him hurt.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," I admit. "I just want to be normal."

"You are normal, you just have a disorder which the nurses can help you with."

"But can they help me?" I question.

"Of course." He smiles in his best attempt to reassure me.

I know that they can't, they could barely give me any answers concerning my disorder this morning. Apparently I'm the new medical mystery.

"When can I leave this room?" I groan and look around, seeing nothing but white as usual.

"Whenever you like, the nurses sent me in here so you could leave with me, actually."

"Okay, good, let's go." I say and begin to stand up.

"Let me help-"

"I don't need help, Jimin. I'm just fine." I cut him off softly. 

I look down and cringe at the sight of the bandages. My short sleeved shirt doesn't exactly cover them in any way. Jimin appears to notice; he begins to take off his jacket but I place a hand onto his shoulder to stop him.

"Don't, it's ok."

I know Jimin is still weary of his scars which are still evident on his wrists, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable just so I don't.

"We pass my room on the way out, I'll get you a hoodie or something." He promises.

"Thank you."

We stop by his room and he quickly gathers a hoodie for me to borrow. I thank him and slip it on so that the bandages are covered.

"Lina," I hear an accented voice say from the opposite end of the corridor. I look up to see a blonde Jackson approaching us, a small yet slightly sympathetic smile on his face. "Are you alright? I heard there was an incident. I hope you're okay."

"I'm okay now," I partially lie. "Thank you for asking." 

"If you don't mind," he says shyly, gazing at the tiles beneath him instead of our eyes. "May I sit with you today?" 

"Of course." Jimin nods. 

"Okay, thank you." 

Jimin, Namjoon, Jackson and I sit at a table in the lunch room located right at the back. Evan finishes the first half of his shift and joins us shortly afterwards seeing as though he's on his lunch break. 

"My parents haven't visited me in a while," Namjoon speaks up and sets his drink onto the table. "I wonder why." 

"Is that so?" Evan queries. "I can look into that if you'd like."

"That would be great. Thank you." 

"I was checking your records today, Nam," Evan admits quietly. He looks around at his surroundings, ensuring nobody is eavesdropping before continuing. "By the looks of things, I don't think you're going to be staying here much longer." 

"Really?" Namjoon asks in surprise. I see an emotion of relief flicker inside his eyes.

"Yeah - and you, too, Jackson. You haven't had an episode in over three weeks, the nurses here are really impressed with you." 

"They don't hate me?" Jackson questions. 

I've never known what's specifically wrong with Jackson - all I know is that has 'episodes' where he basically tries to escape the hospital. He also seems to act younger than he actually is, that perhaps has something to do with his condition. 

"No, of course not," Evan assures him. "I work here, do you think I hate you?" 

"No, I guess not." Jackson smiles.

"Angelina," I hear one of the workers shout. I look over to see her standing by the entrance, scanning over the tables. She eventually reaches my eyes when everyone turns to face me and I stare at her. "You have a visitor, sweetie." 

"It must be your mom." Jimin smiles and releases his grip on my hand. 

"I'll be back soon." I tell the four and stand up, trying to ignore the glances I receive as I walk through the busy room. 

I expect to see my mom standing in the visiting room like usual, the same welcoming smile on her soft features. But she is surprisingly not the person I'm greeted by.

"D-dad?" 

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