Silently did I watch as they put the rice tube on an unconscious Y/N, who laid there on the white sheets with her eyes gently closed. Her long black hair was separated in two braids that remained on either side of her chest that was rising and falling to a rhythm but a fairly weak one and her body remained motionless with her skin seeming awfully pale under the bright white lights. Her lips were turned into a faint shade of purple from all the lack of moisture and all over she looked so fragile that even a firm touch might sever her. It hurt so bad to see her like that.

The two nurses, now being done with all the catheters and needles, walked out of the ICU and strode away through the corridor but not before sparing us a sympathetic smile which sadly we were too distracted to return.

Y/N's operation, though being a success, didn't leave us with an outcome we'd fancy for even if she was hauled away from any critical jeopardy as such, she still failed to show any signs of waking up and it had been twelve hours already.

The mundane beep of her heart monitor filled up the otherwise noiseless room. The lines on the screen were stable as of a customary heartbeat, yet her eyes remained closed, face remained tranquil and her body, static.

The doctors said that she's tired and is just resting for the time being but I couldn't seem to make my paranoid heart understand the same. No matter what I thought or did, it kept hammering wretchedly against my ribs, as if wailing for its probable loss. There was a prominent dent being fabricated on my soul inch by inch, one that I knew could only be cured with a warm touch from Y/N. In fact, a small smile from her seemed to have sufficed and even with all the stresses looming right above, the thought still amused me time and again. It made me wonder how freaking much had I started loving that girl in such a short period of our encounter. And that is what was making this so very difficult for me.

However, I wasn't the only one having a hard time keeping up. Eleven hours ago did the lights of the OT go off and Yoongi had been silent ever since, not a word rolled down his tongue, not even a mere sound. And it had been eleven hours since he also stopped crying, honestly, we all did. It was as if our tears too got tired from carrying all the augmented anxiety. I couldn't cry even if I wanted to. And that was when the remorse truly began to seep in.

What if I stuck to the plan?

What if I didn't take matters in my own hands?

What if...

"The surgery was successful, but I'm afraid that miss Y/N still has some pretty serious internal damages. The bullet had managed to get very close to her heart and had affected her right lung pretty badly. That's why her body is taking time to respond to our treatments. I am sorry to say this but she's currently in a comatose. We don't know how long it will take for her lungs to recover so that she can come back but we hope it'll be soon..."

The doctors words played in my head on repeat like a broken stereo and every time it resumed itself, I felt a sliver of my hope withering away. The cold night had long befell but right now, my barren soul felt much colder, much darker.

How long can I keep up if my heart denies to come to my aid in this agonizing quest?

Never in my life had I fallen in love before but now that I have, and that too so deeply, why did fate do this to me? Is true love always this hard?

It gave me chills to just ponder upon the fact that there was a time not very long ago when I wanted Y/N as good as dead. I wanted her to disappear from the face of the Earth for I acted upon my misbelieves and judged her wrong. Was this fate's way of punishing me for that?

A thunderous ring clamored through the tiled halls as the old pendulum clock hanging from a wall at the farthest stretch of the corridor belted out at the arrival of midnight. Both its hands stood just below the roman twelve and the night that had now turned darker somehow, peeped in through the glass windows, proliferating with its repose.

"I think you should go home Yoongi, you are tired, you look so pale" the concern in Hoseok's voice melted away the peeving silence and Yoongi looked up at him with eyes full of jumbled up emotions.

"You too Jin" Taehyung added only for the eldest to unveil a similar reaction as Yoongi's. All of them sat on chairs lined up against the wall in front of the ICUs while I stood leaning on the wall opposite to them cause from here, I had a clear view of Y/N through the huge glass window of her room.

"You think we have the mind to go home right now, at this situation?" Jin scoffed with a much duller tone than before. Clearly he was still pissed at us for what we had done but clearly he was also too exhausted to deliberately let it show.

"I can't just leave Y/N here alone Hobi, what if she wakes up and doesn't see anyone, won't she be disappointed at us?" I was surprised at how Yoongi never got too riled up in all this while. He was the only one, that had maintained a mellow stance through out, keeping to himself and staying silent. And thinking about it made me realize that he might have been way to devastated to even retaliate.

Oh God, what have I done?

I, on the other hand, had remained silent as well, not because I was rather calm though, but because I was too ashamed to even say anything. Sure Taehyung and Jimin played some vital roles in this, but the plan was still mine. So if anything dreadful was to happen to Y/N, I would be the sole responsible. And the more I thought about it, the more it felt like I was stifling under my own skin.

Should I just leave like Jin asked me to?

Am I a bad luck?

Shall I not go near Y/N anymore?

The thoughts crossed my mind like a raging storm but when Y/N's name echoed in my conscience, I saw her smile flash against the murk behind my closed lids and somehow I could hear her beautiful, soothing voice talking to me, telling me that its not my fault. A new found warmth washed over my body as I felt her whispering in my ears that I did what I thought was right and I shouldn't feel guilty about it. I wasn't at fault here, someone else was and I could visualize her asking me to make sure that they get what they deserved for their wrong-doings.

The thoughts alone reignited obscure parts in my heart and the faces of the true felons blazed through my mind making the blood in my veins gurgle with rage.

Things changed for me in matters of seconds and now I knew better than to just stand and grieve. It was high time that the delinquents received the punishment they needed. I'm a cop for crying out loud and it was now time that they knew who exactly were they dealing with all this while.

So with the intentions burning hot in my heart, I opened my eyes, now viewing the world with a new found resolution and with that very resolution making me see nothing but red, I made my way towards the rest of the group, all while fishing my police badge out of my pocket.

"You can go home all you want but before that, you have to come with me to the station" I said with all the conviction I could muster. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Hoseok eyeing me up and down with a concoction of rage and hatred and it hurt me to come against all those wrath but I sucked it all up for I had to do what I had to do.

I could see Jimin open his mouth to retaliate but I beat him to it,

"This is an order from a federal officer. So keep shut and follow me..."