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Amygdala

Summary:

Jungkook’s alpha is weak, or so they say, he’s competitive, but not aggressive, he never feels strong urges, even during his ruts, he can hold it, he can stay in control. He’s the perfect nurse at St Amy’s hospital.
St Amy’s hospital is a shelter for omegas who have been SAed and have nowhere to go, where they can heal and find their feet before heading out to the world again.
Yoongi has just been admitted after a gruesome attack during his heat. He was left pregnant and badly injured.
As he heals his broken body, and tries to pick up the pieces of his life, he will also find friends and the attentions of the sweetest alpha that ever lived.

Notes:

The themes of this fic are triggering and sad, so proceed with caution. The characters will heal and get happy endings, but they have been through a lot, and they are suffering dearly at the beginning of this story.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Part 1

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When Yoongi arrived at St Amy’s hospital, he was in a medically induced coma.

He had sustained such severe injuries, that the pain was considered too much to endure through transportation.

Jungkook was told to stay out of view of room 11 for the time being, a protocol he wasn’t unfamiliar with, because it was commonly thought that an alpha’s scent, even as weak as Jungkook’s, could be detrimental to an assaulted omega’s recovery.

The young nurse didn’t want to gossip or ask about the story of the patient in room 11, but he heard about it anyway.

Nurses always talk, it’s one way to cope.

Three alphas had attacked the patient in room 11, Min Yoongi, while he was on his way back from work.

He had been in pre-heat.

They took him into a van, had their way with him for hours, and when two left, one stayed behind and beat the omega within an inch of his life.

The last attacker probably wanted to silence him, and Yoongi was left for dead by the side of a deserted street.

He wasn’t dead though.

Broken.

But not dead.

He dragged his bleeding, broken body to the nearest busy street, and some blessed soul called an ambulance.

Whether Yoongi had managed to talk to the police or if anything was being done for it, the nurses of St Amy didn’t know, so Jungkook didn’t know either.

But he understood even more why he had to stay away.

And he hoped those horrible alphas would get arrested and convicted.

Most patients of St Amy’s didn’t have an issue with Jungkook being an alpha, they often didn’t even notice or got over it quickly because of how helpful and hardworking he was.

Sometimes it took a while, to be accepted, but Jungkook wouldn’t let it discourage him.

He knew they had their reasons.

He had a feeling the patient of room 11 would have real issues with him. Maybe insurmountable ones.

But Jungkook couldn’t and wouldn’t blame him.

He understood when only omega nurses got assigned to that room, and he didn’t complain. He never complained.

He became a nurse to be helpful, and forcing his presence on someone simply wasn’t helpful.

He liked that room though, every time he passed the door he could smell a scent of tangerines, and it made him smile to himself.

When he told the head nurse, she looked at him strangely, “Min-shi is still in a coma, he’s certainly not spreading his pheromones…”

Jungkook apologised, saying he probably got confused, but he knew he didn’t.

Because it was there, and there was something in his soul that told him it was the patient in room 11.

~~

Yoongi was brought out of the coma after a week, Jungkook only heard about it at lunch.

Apparently, he was in shock, wouldn’t talk much and wouldn’t eat, but the pain was bearable.

Jungkook thought maybe he even needed the pain to ground him.

He wished he could do something, but he knew his only contribution for now was to stay away.

~~

 

“Room 11’s guy started walking again..” Jimin informed him a few weeks later, he was a patient too, but talkative in ways Jungkook couldn’t be.

“That’s great news! But how do you know?”

“Saw him in the rehab room… he even looked at me and nodded…”

Jungkook beamed at that, “that’s amazing, maybe you two could be friends…”

“Patients here tend to be boring, Kook-ah…”

“You’re a patient here.”

“Well, I’m an exception to the rule…” Jungkook agreed with a non-committing hum.

Jimin was fun.

But he was hurt as well, he couldn’t do everything he wanted yet, and Jungkook understood his frustration.

It was also difficult to be fun in a place where everyone had been a victim of assault or abuse.

Jimin was just really good at hiding it.

~~

Jungkook’s rounds slowly started to get closer to room 11 again, and he peaked inside the room when he passed it.

Yoongi was always there, reading or using an old laptop, and the alpha didn’t think he was noticed. Which was ok.

Omegas never noticed him much.

It was better than them being scared anyway.

Jungkook felt guilty because he thought Yoongi was beautiful.

And he knew that was inappropriate, so he never lingered, nor said anything.

~~

Tangerine season came along.

And one night Jungkook left one on Yoongi’s bedside table.

When the next day he emptied the bins and saw it had been eaten, he left another one.

He left another one every time he had a night shift, glad he was doing something at least.