One week passes. Seven days; ten thousand and eighty minutes. Jimin didn't make an appearance during visiting session time. He lied to me.

I beg Evan for another call, just one more. An explanation is all I need.

Instead of saying no he tells me to return to my room so that I can change. He tells me that I'm allowed out of the hospital for a visit, I have no idea where I'm going. He looks pessimistic, somewhat anxious.

I don't care what I look like, I'm going to be judged regardless. I already look homeless; my hair is matted and my face is bare - of both make up and hydration.

"You ready?" Evan asks, I nod without a word. I haven't spoken much since yesterday, the day Jimin was supposed to visit me.

I've never felt such sadness when the hand finally struck the hour that signalled the end of visiting time. Surely, he has an explanation. He must.

Evan drives one of the hospital's designated cars to a place unknown to me. It isn't until we reach a familiar road that I have an at least vague idea of where we are.

He plays music through the speaker, even asks me if I'd like to chose a song. I shake my head no, of course. A song isn't a remedy for the pain I'm feeling inside.

I'm not only sad that Jimin didn't show up, just sad in general. If anything this has just added fuel to the fire that was already burning inside of me.

"Where are we going?" My throat hurts due to the lack of words.

Evan shakes his head ever so slightly, indicating that he heard me loud and clear but does not wish to answer. I sigh, fold my arms and slump back into my seat.

We drive for at least half an hour until the road become sickly familiar. This road leads to the hospital.

"Why are we here?" I ask, suddenly sitting upright in my posture and my eyes are glued open.

"I didn't want you to find out but you deserve to know," Evan says quietly.

"Is it Jimin? Is he okay? What happened?" I ask worriedly.

It's silent for a deafening few seconds.

"He relapsed again two days ago, Angelina."

My whole world around me seems to stop and a tremendous weight of guilt tugs at my chest. I should have ensured his wellbeing last week, I shouldn't have blamed him for not showing up.

"Is it bad?" I ask quietly.  

"He's in the emergency ward," Evan admits and a familiar sense of worry submerges me. "He took over ten pills and he lost a lot of blood."

"Will he be okay?" My voice doesn't even sound like my own; it sounds distant, like I'm standing at the opposite end of a tunnel.

"He's receiving the best help possible." Evan attempts to assure me that everything will be fine. Nothing will be fine, not now.

The moment the car stops I open push down on the handle and scramble outside. I practically run to the entrance of the hospital, Evan having to jog to maintain my hurried pace.

"Park Jimin," I breathe tiredly. The receptionist stares at me blankly. "Park Jimin, what room is he in?"

"Are you a relative?" She asks, uninterested and monotone.

"Yes, I'm his girlfriend!" I tell her impatiently.

"Room 42, you can visit him for a maximum of fifteen minutes."

I don't even bother to thank the miserable woman, I just turn and follow the signs that lead to his room.

I see Jimin's closed eyes through the slight gap in the blinds before I even register the room number. I push open the door and instantly rush to his side, my trembling hands instantly grabbing his own that are covered in wires.

His skin is a sickly shade of white, there's bandages covering both of his arms and there's wires and tubes covering the entirety of his body. He looks so ill and vulnerable and there's nothing that I can do to help him.

"This is my fault," I whisper.

Evan is standing by the doorframe and is quick to sit beside me on the chair. He shakes his head and places his hand onto my shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't say that, none of this is your fault." He tells me quietly.

"I shouldn't have been so oblivious when I was talking to him the other day, I should have known."

There's a knock at the door, cutting Evan off from his sentence that he doesn't manage to start. I look up through a teary vision and instantly notice the figure standing by the door.

Mrs Park.