"The mask itches." Jungkook didn't put it back on, stubborn that he was. He did drop back down from an aborted attempt to sit up through, lying still and just looking around. He was hooked up to a lot of stuff right now. He tilted his head back and looked at his IV, frowning a little. "I dunno. Feels like a dream, I don't hurt... shouldn't I hurt? I got shot."

That was the drugs, working just fine.

"Is everyone okay? Is my dad okay? I don't want to scare anyone." Of course he did. Jungkook was a perfectionist, he hated anything that could count as a failing and he hated to let anyone down.