Her stitches~RM~

Ch2

Namjoons pov

"Yes I know ok I'll be back in an hour or sooner, don't worry it will be before rehearsal"I say to suga through the phone I hang up and continue my walk.

I see a few girls running out of an alleyway. Since it was suspicious I decided to look in the alleyway. Even though it was sunny it was dark there.

I take a few steps in and see a shadow of a girl lying down.

I turn on the flashlight of my phone on and see blood lots of it and a passed out girl

I take a closer look at her face she was unconscious but she had a soft smile on her angelic face.

Then it hits me. She was bullied and when she passed out she thought she could finally leave.

Well I'm not going to let that happen I'm going to prove to this girl that life isn't that bad.

I pick her up bridal style she seemed so small in my arms.

I'm so glad I brought my car today instead of my bike.

I walk towards my car and put her in the backseat lying down on her back.

I remove her hair from her face and see so many bruises that are starting to show. She covered it with makeup. Poor girl.

I get into the drivers seat and start the car I drive quite fast but still in the speed limit to the studio.

I call yoongi on speaker "hey get the doctor by the time I'm there ok?"

"Ye ok but are you hurt did something happen"he panics

"Ye something happened but it's not me that got hurt"I reply "anyways I'll be back in 10"

I hang up before he says anything else.

I park my car outside the studio and quickly get out and get the unconscious girl.

I fast walk to the studio and I see the boys rushing to me.

"What happened?"

"Did you beat her up"

"Is she alive?"

"Is she ok"

"Who is she"

"Why is she covered in blood"

All of these questions get thrown at me but I'm only thinking about the girl in my arms.

I see the doctor run towards us and tell me to take the girl upstairs and put her in bed so he can inspect her. I do as I'm told and stand by my bed that is now covered in blood.

She still hasn't stopped bleeding and her breathing is so much slower and softer.

The doctor tell me to leave the room but I decline and go wash my hands that were covered in her scarlet blood.