1 Beginning

"Ill translate for you if it gets too rough. Don't worry." He said while giving me a half smile. We were running under the stage to the dressing room where all the members took their breaks between sets.

I was in the crowd and noticed Jungkook collapsing after he walked off stage. I ran up to the security and told them I was a doctor from the United States and I could help. He shouldn't have let me back. I was a security risk to the band. They didn't know me. But I was a natural when it came to helping people, so I did what I was trained to do. I ran to help.

We entered into the room with over twenty people inside. I spotted Jungkook and promptly went over to him. Namjoon was explaining to everyone who I was and why I was here. I knelt down to a pale Jungkook who had his eyes shut and head laid back against the headrest of the couch.

"Annyeonghaseyo." I said while looking him over. His body was covered in sweat, dark circles appeared under his eyes and he was breathing fast.

His eyes fluttered open. "Annyeonghaseyo." His voice was faint.

From looking him over I could tell he was suffering from an intense asthma attack. I smiled at him faintly and said, "I'm here to help."

I wasn't sure he understood me but he grabbed my hand. "Thank you."

I stood up and faced the room of worried people. I looked at RM and motioned him forward.

"I need an inhaler. Preferably the one his doctor prescribed. Or canned oxygen."

He repeated what I said in Korean and everyone dispersed.

RM walked toward me again. "Can you help me talking to him?"

He nodded. "I can."

I knelt back down to Jungkook. "I need you to take deep and slow breaths for me. Can you do that?"

He looked at RM, listened and then nodded his head. I grabbed my trusty medical bag that I never go anywhere without and pulled out my stethoscope. "I'm going to listen to your chest."

The thick fabric of his shirt made it hard to get a good listen to his breaths. I sighed and looked at RM. "He's got to take his shirt off."

RM explained to him and he shook his head. "No no no no no."

I rolled my eyes. I've been in Korea two weeks and have busted my ass taking care of the old and young. They've all listened and showed me respect. I don't know why it hit me the wrong way, but I snapped. I knew a bit of Korean to get me by so I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders.

"Jeong-gug deul-eo bwa dangsin-eun dangsin-ui syeocheuleul beosgo naega malhandaelo hal geos-ibnida. Dasi mudji anhgessseubnida. Ulineun bunmyeonghabnikka?"

*Listen to me Jungkook. You're going to do as I say and take off your shirt. Are we clear?"

He looks at me and gulps. He slowly takes his shirt off and puts it next to him. I press the stethoscope against his pale skin and listened. His heart was hammering away in his chest and his breathing was still fast. I looked up and was met with the worried face of his manager.

"We couldn't find his inhaler, but we do have this."

He handed me the canned oxygen with the face mask attached. I nodded. "Thank you." He bows and walks over to the wall observing.

I eye Jungkook and stand up, placing the face mask on him. "Breathe." He breathes deep and I spray the can. We go like this for five minutes, before I take the face mask off of him. I pull my bag close to me and pull out the portable pulse oximeter. I slide it onto his finger and quickly checked the reading.

"85 BPM. Perfect." I smile. I look back at Jungkook and point to his shirt. He sheepishly pulls it on and sits back on the couch.

I put my things back into my bag and walk over to the manager and the rest of the group. The six boys eyed me as I turned to the manager.

"My professional opinion is he can resume the concert and dance normally. He needs to visit his family physician and get another inhaler to keep on his person at all times. Next time, he could be hospitalized and this could have ended up very differently." I hook the strap around my medical bag and throw it over my shoulder.  "Now my opinion. The one you are not going to like. Stop pushing yourselves. You guys are not invincible. Taehyung based on the complexion of your skin, you're dehydrated. Jin, you need iron pills. Yoongi and Hoseok, you need sleep and based on the redness of your necks, your blood pressure is sky high. Jimin, lay off the energy drinks because your puplis are dancing." I turn to RM and pinch the skin on his wrist. "Just as I figured. You're also dehydrated."

Sejin sighs. "I will make sure they take care of themselves. Thank you, Doctor-"

"Doctor Lee. Layla Lee."

He bows and turns to the boys. "Finish the show."

They go out of the room, each bowing and uttering their thanks. Sejin approaches me and smiles. "Do you have a permanent position of employment in Korea?"

I shake my head. "I'm just working with the hospital until I can find something permanent or until I can open my own practice." I shrug. "Why?"

He sighs. "The group doctor that travels with us is no longer able to due to the decline of his own health."

"And that involves me how?"

"I would like it very much if you would join us as Bangtan Sonyeondan's official physician."