"Oh yeah, they will try their absolute best and they'll fix him up." He reached out and tentatively, he stroked the boy's hair, feeling a swell of compassion. "I don't know anyone's name. Could you introduce me? I want to help you all get somewhere nice, warm and safe." That didn't smell awful, look like it was rotting and have one bed. One very ruined and soiled bed. Jesus.

Jimin sniffled and looked up at his hyung, squirming in pain. "Hurts. Everything... it hurts."

He ached, he was hot, he was headachey and he couldn't eat anything. He was a mess and he didn't understand what was happening. Almost delirious, he felt the room spin and he closed his eyes with a weak little sob.

"It's okay, little bud. It's gonna be fine. I know the hospital, they're great. My husband works there." He turned his head back, giving Jackson a terrified and concerned look. This was fucking crazy. What the hell?