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Hoseok: The Stem Cell Transplant (Thalassaemia Pt.2)

i am very proud of this chapter. she a big boi

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Hoseok's POV -

Even though Jungkook was desperate to help me, his stem cells didn't match mine, and he couldn't donate to me.

The doctor and I talked about having the transplant for a long time after Jungkook suggested it again. I found out rather nastily that my death date was coming much quicker than I would have liked. They thought I would have up to my 30s, since my red blood cells were being destroyed so quickly, and my symptoms were getting so bad. It wouldn't have been the actual disease that would have killed me, but the illnesses caused by it.

We talked again and again and again about how there were so many complications to me having a stem cell transplant. Me having thalassaemia could cause me serious problems when it comes to getting infections, and then adding the transplant on top of that means that I will be highly susceptible. I could very easily die before I get better.

The answer was originally going to be no. There were just too many risks of me dying, or my body not accepting the donation, and I was sent back to work. I was going to accept the answer, and just accept that I was probably going to die soon, but it was Jungkook who kept pushing.

He was determined to be the donor. He kept telling the doctors how much I needed the transplant. He tried to exaggerate my symptoms, and my tiredness, but he kept getting pushed away. The boys kept telling him to stop, and that he was going against my will, but, facing the reality of losing one of his hyungs, Jungkook kept pushing.

Finally, they took a blood sample from me, and one from Jungkook. They said that if we had a similar match, then they would go ahead if I gave consent. He felt all happy with himself, and kept cuddling me, but then the bad news came.

Jungkook's stem cells are nothing like mine. I couldn't have them as a donor. Jungkook was heartbroken. He tried to make them test again, but they kicked him out the clinic. Poor Kookie. I really did feel sorry for him, though it should have been my choice whether to continue or not. I went back to work. No one knew that I was in meetings all the time, discussing what would happen to me with my place at BigHit should I go ahead with the treatment. It would take me at least a year to recover, and that's if everything went well.

But Jungkook didn't stop there. He got in contact with my sister, and demanded she come and have her blood tested. We're very alike in looks, and Jungkook was determined to think that we would be alike inside, too. She came down, since she loves me and wants the best for me, and was given the blood test.

Yes. She's very similar. So similar that, if I wanted it, we can go ahead with the procedure. I'm faced with, do I want to get better?

The answer is always yes.

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Jiwoo looks at me, smiling, both arms placed onto the armchair she's sitting in. A tube goes into each one, extracting blood from the left, and putting it back into the right. It doesn't look very comfy, but she assures me it doesn't hurt.

About 4 days ago, she was given a medication to stimulate her body into creating more stem cells, so they could be filtered out of her blood, and put into me. I'm not allowed them yet. I have to go through this whole chemotherapy course before they can be injected into me. Luckily, the medication didn't make her feel unwell, and the uncomfortableness of having her stem cells extracted is only temporary.

"Your body better accept these," she teases, kicking my shin gently with her toes. "I'm not going through all this just for your body to say no."

"You know you love me."