'Time...time can heal everything as they say, but some wounds not only require time, but love, both are different, and yet they mean the same.

That's what he wanted, what he needed-love'

The doctors were inside the ICU, 2 of them with a few nurses rushing in and out every single time. No idea of what was going on, no idea if the boy was alright, BTS sat outside, all that went through their thoughts was the image, the frightening image of the boy, who looked so in distress, so helpless yet so beautiful. It's an irony. But yeah, they were broken. All of them were. No one wanted to think of what could've happened if they were a bit late or if they hadn't known about Jungkook's wherea6bouts. A nurse was treating their scratches and small injuries here and there.

NAMJOON- Tae? Are you alright?

Taehyung looked at where Namjoon was pointing, to see his chest, where there was a bullet hole.

Taehyung nodded, pointing to his bulletproof jacket.

Namjoon sighed. Others looked at Taehyung who sat simply, facing the wall, with a blank face, but oh, only he knew, how many emotions he was feeling, all at once. How many thoughts were crossing his mind, good and bad, mostly the latter, and yet he remained silent, just to wait for the predicament that would take place.

Each of them was nervous for it had been 2 hours already, yet no sign of any doctor. A few nurses rushed by, but they didn't say anything.

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After around another hour, the ICU's door opened and came out two doctors. Both of them removed their masks, to only showcase upturned expressions on their faces, making the other boy's breaths go slow. All of them wanted to ask and yet couldn't manage the courage. The doctors looked at each other and after what seemed like an eternity,

DOCTOR- Family of Mr. Jungkook?

Taehyung stood up.

DOCTOR- What's your relationship with the patient?

TAEHYUNG- I'm his f-friend and they are his brothers.

DOCTOR- Fine. Please follow us, you all.

They followed the doctor to his private cabin. Jin and Tae sat in front of the doctor, while Jimin held the back of Tae's chair. Suga was leaning against the wall, Namjoon against the door, while Hoseok stood, just behind Jin.

DOCTOR- This is serious. I don't know how to describe but the boy's case is very severe.

JIN- What do you mean, doc?

DOCTOR1- My first question to you, please think carefully and answer. the boy's condition is as such where one mistake, and he'll be gone far away. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a chance, he has, but a single chance to live. Just a small, single hope. Are you sure to take this plunge, because both money, time, and of course love are required to bring him back to life?

Without thinking even a second, Tae and the rest nodded.

The doctor sighed and took out a few reports.

DOCTOR2- Well, I don't know where to start. This is the first time I've seen a case like this, but surely, here, look at this report. It's his brain tissues, which show signs of damage. Due to the drugs that were tested on him, almost all of them had some or other side effects. One of them is this, the boy might have seizures, which are dangerous, but treatable. It's not severe, nor the seizures aren't the ones that you find in normal cases. In his case, he might faint suddenly and wake up after a few seconds completely normal. Otherwise, for now, he is in a coma, and I'm afraid if he doesn't wake up within 4 weeks, it can take months or even years, and maybe a whole lifetime to wake up, so just pray.

(LOOK GUYS I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MEDICAL, SO PLEASE COOPERATE, HEHE)

DOCTOR1- See, apart from that, according to the tests that we did on him and what you told us, he's been tested for several drugs, different types, and to be honest, I'm surprised he managed to go through all of it. His condition physically is not at all good. From what I can see, he's been starved as well as beaten brutally. I might not be surprised to say that he's suffering from an eating disorder, Anorexia, which is caused due to his medical condition, but we'll only be able to tell when he wakes up. Third, we've found some pills mixed in his blood, the dose is quite high. The tests are going on, to check what exactly were the pills used for, but...

TAEHYUNG- Say it!

DOCTOR- I think he's mentally unwell, basically due to trauma as well as slight brain damage due to drugs and regular beating as you told me. I'd like to appoint a psychiatrist for him. Otherwise, it will be too difficult to treat him. He might as well require psychology and therapy sessions to make his body gain its original strength and ability. Staying tied up and locked has affected the muscles and the bones, and it'll need physiotherapy. And currently, we need to keep Jungkook on artificial oxygen for a few weeks, because his lungs aren't able to function well right now, as in present. Also, his skin has burns and cuts, which will take weeks or maybe months to heal and in case the organs don't react to our medications, we'd have to do skin transplantation, but not to worry, we'll try our best.

Tae glared nothing in particular in anger which made the doctor fear his life.

TAEHYUNG- I need him alright?! Money and everything, you don't need to worry about it! But if I see or hear about his checkup or medication not being done properly, I'll personally not leave any of you!

SUGA- Tae-ah, let him be. First, let's wait for Jungkook to wake up.

Tae, whose hands were turned into fists, nodded and went out, so fast that neither of them could follow him. Even when Jimin was about to go behind him,

SUGA- He needs time alone, let him be. - He stopped Jimin from going who only nodded sadly.

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Taehyung drove at full speed towards the mansion and went to the basement, where there was the gym. He banged the door open, and as the lights turned on, he rushed towards the boxing bag and began to punch, hardly, with all the strength he had, accompanied by the anger that was bubbling inside his veins.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Taehyung didn't seem like he would stop anytime soon, but then,

A crash echoed.

The punching bag tore open and fell down when Tae looked at it and dropped to his feet, bringing up his hands to his head, the blood dripping down from his knuckles didn't worry him the least, for he pressed his palms against his eyes, as he felt the warm salty liquid drop down his eyes.

He was crying.

A few seconds and the tears became unstoppable. The picture of Jungkook being hurt, the picture of him being scared, the picture of him being happy back in school days, every single memory he had of the boy replayed in front of his eyes, including all the times he imagined the boy being with him.

Taehyung cried.

No longer silent cries, but he screamed, not because of physical pain but because of the way his heart hurt.

All the negative thoughts rushed into his brain, but the most prominent one was,

'What if something happened to the bunny, his bunny?!'

His screams and cries grew louder as he stood up and began to thrash all the equipment here and there, breaking the glass walls, gripping his own hair, he cried as much as he could, as much as his heart could.

Listening to all of the sounds of breaking and screaming, two guards turned up in the basement, but to their horror, they got goosebumps when they heard the screams and shrieks and cries getting louder and clearer only to be met by the figure of their boss.

None of them managed a word, none of them managed a step, for they got goosebumps.

It was scary, it was frightening.

On top of everything, it was painful.

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