Taehyung's POV

The sterile hum of the hospital room pressed in, amplifying every shallow breath Y/N took. We'd moved her here from the campus infirmary after the doctor insisted on a full check dehydration, stress, possible anemia from skipping meals. But I knew it was more; her collapse in my arms replayed endlessly, her body going limp like a puppet with cut strings. Guilt gnawed deeper than ever, a vise around my ribs. My touch innocent in my mind had unlocked something horrific in her, her slap echoing the terror in her eyes. She wasn't just scared of me; it was a ghost from her past, something violent and unseen. I didn't know what, but the certainty of it twisted my fear into something primal. Losing her health, watching her fade... it terrified me more than any rival or empty threat.