Ow. His head hurt. Namjoon pried his eyes open and whimpered as the light hit in, curling away and rolling onto his side, despite doctor's suggestions that he shouldn't - his left shoulder was not in good shape and he was currently bearing all weight on it. Ah well. God of destruction, even for his own body.

"Did I die?"

Seemed worth asking. It felt like it. Everything hurt a lot. He eyed up Hobi curious. Oh yeah... Hobi was here. "Did I get painkillers?" Why could he smell food? "Noodles?"