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“Namjoon,” Yoongi called out frantically towards the other room, “call 199! Now!” As soon as Namjoon heard Yoongi, he came running into the other room where Yoongi and his son were, bumping into a few things on the way.
“Why?! What’s wrong?!” Namjoon asked in concern as he was dialing the emergency number. Yoongi shrugged and continued holding the youngest in his arms, silently crying in worry. “Okay, they’re on the way,” Namjoon crouched down next to Yoongi and hugged him to try to comfort his hyung, “Yoongi hyung, it’ll be okay.” Yoongi only nodded and turned to cry into Namjoon’s shoulder, overwhelmed with worry.
Yoongi was walking back and forth in the hospital waiting room, unable to calm down his anxiety. Yoongi all of a sudden stopped and turned towards the sleeping Namjoon, “Namjoon!” Yoongi yelled out loudly, some other waiting families turning towards the small man, Yoongi bowing in apologies. Namjoon jumped awake and rubbed his eyes as he responded with a hum. “Why are they taking so long?! Do you think something happened?! What if my baby boy doesn’t make it?!” Yoongi started blurting out questions without a breath until Namjoon sighed loudly and pulled Yoongi down next to him.
“Hyung, calm down. I am sure everything is okay. They could be checking his blood or doing some x-rays or whatever doctors do.” Namjoon explained calmly, hoping to soothe the older, “now, rest up. I’ll wake you up when they call for you.” Yoongi nodded and rested his head on his work partner's shoulder, feeling calm with Namjoons fingers running through his hair.
“The Min family!” an unknown voice yelled out in the waiting room. Yoongi was still in his own little world as he took a nap, not paying attention to what anyone else was saying.
“Yoongi hyung,” Yoongi heard as he continued sleeping until the voice started shaking his shoulder, “Yoongi, wake up.” Yoongi woke up abruptly and gasped as he looked around. At first, he didn’t understand what was going on until he remembered all the previous events.
Min-Jun collapsing. Yoongi calling for Namjoon frantically. Namjoon calling for the ambulance. Namjoon running his fingers through his hair till he fell asleep.
“The Min family!” the same voice that Yoongi heard, in the beginning, yelled out, sounding more impatient. Once Yoongi realized what was happening he stood up and ran to the doctor, telling him that he was Min Yoongi, “You are the father of Min-Jun?” Yoongi nodded as a response, “Your son has been diagnosed with cancer,” as soon as he processed those words, his entire world stopped. He knew that he needed to respond, so he only nodded numbly, “luckily we have caught it before it has gotten worse but there are still some things that need to be done. He needs to start coming in weekly for checkups, needs to start chemotherapy, and also we are hoping for his medical background history, as we noticed that we have no records. We would like to see if there is a family member that could donate some blood. Is that possible?”
Yoongi sighed and nodded, “We’ll find a way,” once Yoongi noticed that the doctor looked confused he explained to him his dilemma, “I found him on my doorstep. I ended up adopting him but there were no records of anything. No name and no family. There has to be a trace of birth or something that can help us.” The doctor nodded in understanding.
“Alright, well I suggest letting him rest for now. You may come back in a couple of hours if you wish as your son should be awake by then.” Yoongi nodded and headed back to Namjoon who was patiently waiting for the news.
“Well?” Namjoon asked as he stood up to greet Yoongi. Yoongi sighed and brought Namjoon into his arms, hoping to find comfort in these now hard times.
“He has cancer,” Namjoon gasped and hugged Yoongi tightly, “they want to know his medical history, including his families, but as you know, he’s adopted. They are hoping to have someone donate blood.”
“We’ll find out who can help, I’m not sure how but we always figure it out,” Namjoon reassured the older. Yoongi nodded and didn’t say anything, his thoughts becoming too overwhelming. He was now stuck, wishing that the answers will come soon and quickly. His son was on a hospital bed, and he’ll be damned if something happens to him.