Everything is silent and moving in slow motion as you stare blankly at Nanami's lifeless body, watching the medical team turn her over to start CPR. You're vaguely aware of the ties around your wrists being cut, but you remain completely still. You can't move or breathe even when you feel Namjoon pulling you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. You can tell he's saying something because you can feel his chest vibrating as he speaks, but you can't hear the words coming from his mouth.

He pulls you back to give the medical team more room, and you continue to blink numbly in Nanami's direction, watching one of the paramedics begin chest compressions. Your eyes flicker up when a streak of blonde catches your eye.

Yoongi's hands are clutching up from underneath Jimin's shoulders, holding him back as he screams in Nanami's direction, tears pouring from his eyes and dripping down from his chin.

Why is Jimin crying? you think to yourself.

And that's when it hits you.

Your eyes shift back down to your best friend's blood soaked and motionless body being lifted onto

a stretcher.

"Nans," you whisper shakily, finally getting your lungs to work again. Your hearing begins to return and your sobs begin mixing in with the sound of Jimin's.

"Nans," you say a little louder, trying to pry yourself from Namjoon's arms as your eyes remain glued to her. "Nans!"

"Baby," Namjoon chokes through his own tears. "Baby, please stay still."

"Nans!" you scream, clawing at Namjoon's forearms as your chest begins to burn.

You almost push the paramedic away that sits herself in front of you to look at your wound.

"No!" you scream, keeping your eyes glued to the two men sprinting off with her limp body. "Let me go!"

Jimin's screams have stopped as he frantically chases after Nanami, Yoongi only inches behind him. Your eyes are still wide as you watch them disappear through the theater doors.

"[Y/N]," Namjoon sobs from behind, squeezing you tighter against his body. "Please stay still. Please let them look at you."

You're frozen as your eyes stay glued to where Nanami's body disappeared from, your throat closing so tightly it's hard to breathe. You begin to hyperventilate, feeling that miserable burn in your lungs as they refuse to accept oxygen.

"We need to get her out of here," the paramedic says to Namjoon. "Can you carry her?"

He nods, lifting your paralyzed body that's gasping for air and running to the staircase. He makes it down to the parking garage and there's multiple ambulances and black vans parked everywhere.

Your body begins to twitch from the lack of oxygen and your vision starts getting spotty.

"Over here," the paramedic says hurriedly but calmly, ushering Namjoon to set you down on the bed in the back of an ambulance. She closes the doors and taps the back, signaling for the driver to start heading to the hospital.

All you can see is streaks of light as you stare up at the roof of the vehicle, still trying to gasp for air. You feel Namjoon's hand clutching onto yours and the plastic from an oxygen mask covering over your nose and mouth. Your body begins to feel a little lighter as the muscle relaxer the paramedic injects into your arm takes effect.

"Breathe, baby," Namjoon says shakily, stroking the hair on the top of your head. "You're okay. Everything is going to be okay."

After a few minutes of oxygen and medication you're finally able to breathe at a normal rhythm, your vision returning fully and your head clearing up.

Your eyes finally look over at Namjoon and your stomach turns inside out. He still has blood splatter on his face from when you were first struck, and there's a new coat across his neck and cheek from the bullets that pierced through Hae-Ran. But it's the look in his eyes that shatters you.

You slip your trembling hand from his and reach up to cup his cheek, gently stroking his skin with your thumb. He leans into your palm, pressing his hand over yours and begins sobbing again.

"I love you," he cries silently, closing his eyes and pinching his brows together. "I love you."

He repeats those words over and over, gripping your forearm as tight as he can without hurting you.

It's a short ride to the nearest hospital and you're carried into the emergency room on a stretcher, clutching onto Namjoon's hand and refusing to let go. Namjoon and a male nurse lift you from the stretcher and onto a bed before checking your pupils and examining your two major wounds.

He pulls a thin sheet over your body and removes Dr. Park's lab coat, then proceeds to lightly press his fingers against your left rib cage making you yelp out in pain.

"We need to get her an MRI," the nurse says as a doctor walks up next to him. "She was struck multiple times on the head, this one back here being the worst." The nurse gently tilts your head to the side to show him the long laceration on your scalp. "It looks like it was lightly treated by someone already but she'll need stitches. She's conscious but a little out of it from the muscle relaxer she was given, and she probably has a few cracked ribs."

"Okay, get her upstairs and into the next available machine," the doctor nods.

You visibly begin to panic and grip Namjoon's fingers, not wanting to go anywhere without him. You don't want to be anywhere out of his sight. The medication has you feeling woozy but you're coherent enough to understand what's going on. Coherent enough to remember you were attacked and beaten. Another panic attack comes creeping up your back when the doctor gently places his hand over your forehead.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he says warmly. "Your boyfriend can come. But he'll have to stay behind the glass during your MRI. Would that be okay?"

You nod and squeeze his fingers even tighter, trying to get your throat to unclench.

"I'm not going anywhere baby," Namjoon smiles softly down at you. "I'll be with you the whole time."

You nod and let go of his fingers before being rolled into an elevator, keeping your eyes locked on Namjoon the whole time. Moving past two large automatic doors, you're pushed into a cold room with a massive and intimidating circular machine.

One of the older nurses removes your oxygen mask and sits you up. "We need to change you into this gown, do you think you can stand up for me?" she asks with a warm smile. You don't have much on anyways, your body still only covered by the thin white hospital sheet and your leggings.

You glance at Namjoon and he gives you a small nod, letting you know it's okay. The nurse wraps you in the pale green hospital gown while Namjoon helps you stand up. You hold onto his shoulders as he hooks his fingers into your leggings, gently pulling them past your hips and over your thighs for you to step out of them.

Namjoon and the older nurse guide your wobbly legs to the machine and lay you on your back.

"I'll be right over there," Namjoon says softly, pointing to the glass on your left. "Do you think you can stay still for a few minutes? You won't be able to see me but I promise I won't go anywhere."

"You promise?" you whisper.

"I promise," he smiles, stroking your hair before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You bite into your lip as he walks away, feeling so cold and helpless without him next to you.

You're not sure if it's the overstimulation or the medication that's making you so reliant on Namjoon right now but it doesn't matter. Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest when he's not in your line of sight. The loud and terrifying sounds from the MRI machine pass by painfully slowly; it feels like you're in there for hours when it was only fifteen minutes.

Finally you feel the metal slab slide you out of the machine. As soon as your head is clear of the MRI, you frantically start looking around for Namjoon and your heart is immediately relieved to see he's already standing beside you. You sit up and turn to squeeze your arms around his waist, burying your face in his stomach as tears flow down your cheeks again.

"You did great, baby," he says softly, stroking your hair and hugging your shoulder tightly. "I'm right here. You did so well."

"Let's get you two cleaned up," the nurse says, walking towards you with a wheelchair.

Namjoon helps you into the leather seat, only to be yanked down towards you since you refuse to let go of his hand.

"You can push the chair," the nurse giggles to Namjoon. "Your girlfriend is so cute."

"Ah, thanks," he blushes, looking down at his feet.

You allow Namjoon's hand its freedom to push you forward. After an elevator ride and a few twists and turns down different hallways the nurse ushers you into a large hospital suite with two young nursing assistants already waiting to treat you.

They help you get out of the wheelchair and onto the bed, and Namjoon's quick to step to your side, allowing you to shakily hold onto his forearm. The assistants work around Namjoon's large frame in order to get you cleaned up as best they can with multiple damp cloths. You stare down at the blood soaked rags that continue to pile up from how many they have to use.

"Sir, would you like to shower?" the young assistant with a cute bob haircut asks Namjoon. "We also need to treat the lacerations on your wrists."

Your eyes widen as they travel down to Namjoon's wrists, finally noticing his own dried blood that's coated his arms and hands. You gasp and release him, tears brimming in your eyes as you realize how selfish you've been. He hasn't been able to receive his own treatment because of you.

"I'm okay, baby," he chuckles, knowing that's why you're panicking. "It's just some small cuts."

They're not small cuts. They're deep indentations and you're surprised none of his veins were cut.

"Go shower and let them treat you," you say shakily.

"It's fine baby I can-"

"No," you shake your head, cutting him off. "I'm not okay until you're okay so please shower and let them look at you."

Namjoon stares into your pleading eyes and smiles softly. "Okay," he nods. "The shower's just right over there so I won't be far," he says gently as he points to a light tan door on the other side of the room. It's at least in the same room so you don't have to panic about where he is.

"Miss [Y/N] I'm going to give you some more pain medication and lie you back so the doctor can patch up these head injuries, okay?" the other assistant with a buzz cut smiles warmly. "You'll feel a little more loopy but you won't be in much pain, I promise."

You nod and lie back down as the female assistant hands Namjoon a white t-shirt and blue hospital shorts. Your eyes don't leave his back until he shuts the door behind him.

Luckily the meds kick in from your IV immediately and you don't feel that crushing weight on your chest from Namjoon not being glued to your side. Your body feels even lighter and more tingly than before, but your mind isn't totally gone. You're still aware of everything.

"Hey Miss [Y/N]," an older female doctor says as she walks into your room, closing the sliding door behind her. "You are one tough cookie."

"Thanks," you say to her, flickering your eyes between her and the bathroom door. She walks towards you and pulls up a flat rolling chair to sit next to you.

"My name is Dr. Choi, I'll be taking care of you today."

She gently holds your chin to turn your head, examining the now numb gash across your cheek. You watch as she sprays a murky white liquid onto your skin, but you hardly feel anything. She presses into the wound to begin thoroughly cleaning it which would normally make you a little queasy but you're keeping your eyes back towards the bathroom door, getting excited when you hear the water shut off.

"You won't need stitches on your face but I will have to use some medical glue to close the wound," Dr. Choi smiles softly, moving her long silky ponytail over her shoulder.

You nod and she begins to treat the gash, finishing up right when Namjoon walks back out of the bathroom. Your eyes sparkle as he walks back over to you, completely clean of most blood besides his wrists. It looks like the wounds opened back up a little from the movement in the shower.

"Minho and Sook, call for Carla," Dr. Choi says to her assistants. "Have her treat Mr. Kim's wrists, she can do it in here so he doesn't have to leave. Also bring me the supplies for her head wound, she definitely needs stitches for that one."

They nod and shuffle out the door, the older nurse from earlier returning shortly with a new cart full of different medical supplies and a warm smile on her face.

"Mr. Kim you can take a seat at the end of the bed, Carla is going to patch up those wrists for you," Dr. Choi says to him, turning your head over just slightly so she can get a better look at your open head wound. He nods and pushes himself up onto the hospital bed, giving your foot a gentle squeeze over the sheets.

As much as the angle of your head will allow, you keep your eyes glued to Namjoon and watch the nurse apply heavy amounts of ointment to his wrists and bandage him up. You're on such good pain medication you don't even feel the doctor already sewing up the laceration on your scalp.

"Alright Miss [Y/N]," Dr. Choi says cheerily. "You're all patched up. I'm just waiting for your MRI results so I'll let you two rest and I'll be back once I receive the report, okay?"

You nod, finally tearing your eyes from Namjoon to look at her. "Thanks," you say to her.

She gives your arm a squeeze before getting up to leave. Your eyes return to the broken man at the end of your bed and he has his head down, just staring into his lap.

"Joon," you say softly, but he doesn't look up.

"Joon," you say again, and you watch him bite into his lip to contain the tears forming in his eyes.

You watch as he avoids your gaze, a blank expression on his face as he tries to control his breathing.

"Baby," you say to him, making the tears roll down his cheeks and his eyes pinch closed. "Come here."

He slowly stands up to his feet before shuffling over to you, continuing to avoid your eyes.

"I want a kiss," you smile up at him, making his eyes finally meet yours. "Can I have one?"

He buries his face into his hands and sobs as quietly as he can. You place your hand on his hip and gently squeeze him a few times, waiting patiently for him to calm down. It takes a good five minutes but he finally begins to control his breathing, pulling his face back out of his hands to wipe the tears.

Without saying a word he slowly leans over you to place the gentlest kiss on your lips, somehow making your heart flutter in this terrible situation. He pulls back only to tilt his head before pressing his soft lips against yours again, making your already tingly body vibrate even more.

You look into his sad eyes as he pulls back, the both of you getting lost in each other's gaze until you finally find the courage to ask.

"Where is Nanami?"

Namjoon looks back down at the ground, swallowing the lump in his throat. "She's still in surgery."

"What are her chances?" you ask calmly.

He shakes his head and keeps his eyes on the floor. "Not good," he answers with a trembling voice. "The bullet nicked an artery in her heart."

You bite into your lip, trying to control the swelling in your throat. Luckily the medication is preventing another panic attack.

"Where is Jimin?" you're finally able to ask.

"He's waiting with Yoongi and Mr. Song outside the surgery doors. They haven't left since she went in over an hour ago."

"I want to go too," you say to him, trying to lift yourself up off the bed.

"Wait, baby-"

"I'm going, Namjoon," you glare.

"I know," he smiles weakly. "I just need to let the nurse know first, okay? And I'll bring the wheelchair."

You look him up and down and nod, letting him help you sit all the way up and waiting patiently for him to return with the wheelchair. Even though you protest, he picks you up like a princess and sets you down in your chair, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before moving around to push you forward.

It feels like time moves painfully slowly as he pushes you forward; your heart feels like it's about to pound out of your chest. The images of Nanami's lifeless body are returning to your mind; her small and frail chest being crushed under the weight of the paramedic trying to revive her.

But honestly you're just grateful she's still alive, even if the chances of her surviving are slim. You'd been bracing yourself for Namjoon to tell you she didn't make it, and that's the only reason you're able to hold yourself together right now.

The elevator dings and you roll into the hallway to find the frames of Jimin, Yoongi, and Mr. Song all sitting in the chairs against the walls. Your heart breaks just like you thought it would when you see Jimin's lifeless eyes staring down at the floor, Yoongi next to him gently stroking his back.

You knew Jimin would still be bloody so Namjoon silently helps you out of the chair, and you walk up to stand in front of Jimin with a wet cloth. He's staring down at your hospital socks but he can't really see anything.

You gently reach down to lift his chin, beginning to wipe Nanami's blood off his cheeks. After a few seconds, Jimin's eyes widen as he finally recognizes you standing before him with tears gently falling over your lashes.

"[Y/N]," he croaks out, the sobs already beginning to escape his chest again.

"I know," you say softly, finishing up with his face.

"I'm so s-stupid," he says between sobs, gripping your wrist. "I was so m-mean to her. I wouldn't l-let her a-apologize."

"She was a fucking moron for texting Chul behind your back though," you smile.

"But I said such a-awful things to her," he cries, squeezing his eyes shut. "I know she'd n-never hurt me on p-purpose." He has to pause to sharply inhale a few times. "W-what if the l-last thing I ever said to her w-was that she's d-disgusting?"

Your stomach turns as you watch Jimin break down beneath you.

"Jimin, she's going to be fine."

"A-are you s-sure?" he whimpers, gripping the sides of your hospital gown. "S-she wasn't b-breathi-"

Jimin flinches as you clap his cheeks together between your hands. "Nanami Watanabe is not a human. She is a cockroach," you say sternly.

His eyes widen and his jaw slacks before you continue.

"That bitch could survive a nuclear bomb and you think a bullet could take her out?" you scoff like he's an idiot. "The only thing that can kill her is a fat can of Raid, do you understand me?"

Jimin blinks up at you with tears still falling down his face but he somehow starts letting loose these ugly chuckles in between his sobs, having a hard time believing you could make him smile right now.

He pulls you in and squeezes you close, burying his face in your stomach. "You're right," he chokes out. "She won't die. She still has to beat my ass for not accepting her apology."

"You're damn right she does," you snort, beginning to break down yourself.

You feel Namjoon's strong arms wrap around you from behind, and Yoongi continues to rub Jimin's back while Mr. Song moves to pat Namjoon's.

She has to be fine. She has to pull through.