Jungkook never thought that he'd find a home behind a four metre tall fence and concrete walls, but with the help of the Woodburians, the growing group turned the place into a sanctuary for all. That's until the group was tested by a deadly virus an...
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Another member of their group had been grasped in the virus' deadly clutches. This time it was Sasha, Tyreese's sister, she had come to the isolation ward after almost fainting on her way to the cafeteria. But despite only now joining the sick, her pale, glistening skin and the blue bags under her eyes looked worse than Taehyung's.
The latter noticed the way her hands shook and each blink of her eyes was longer than necessary, just like he could hear her wheezing breaths right next to him - blending together with the choked splutters of breath from the man they were currently holding down. But as Taehyung's blurry vision glided down towards the man laying on his back, struggling to breathe through the blood filling his lungs, he realised that neither looked as bad as Henry currently did.
Thankfully Hershel had noticed Henry just in time before he could suffocate from the sickness and join the other fallen members on the other side of the golden gates of heaven. Hershel had called Taehyung and Sasha for help, which the pair provided in the form of holding Henry down while Hershel intubated him. And with a few squishes of the oxygen bag, the choked coughs died out and were replaced by steady breaths, while the blue tint to Henry's skin smoothened into a pale ivory tone.
Taehyung's grip on Henry's wrist loosened and body slumped in relief, his lips parted to release a wheeze as he plopped down on his ass and pulled his hands away from Henry's body. He watched Hershel pump the oxygen bag every few seconds, making Henry's chest rise with each pump.
Tae raised his hand and coughed into his elbow, only for it to be silenced by Sasha's harsher ones. Hershel turned to look at the pair without stopping his pumping, "Drink some tea." Hershel advised, jutting his chin into the direction of the two metal cups sitting on the ground next to Henry's cot.
Taehyung struggled to gather enough energy to turn around and blink down at the cups of tea. He desperately desired to tell Hershel to fuck off before laying down on the ground to take a nap, but the venomous words wilted on his tongue as the surface of the tea whirled into two bambi eyes blinking back at him. Taehyung immediately sat straighter and grabbed the teacups, he stared into them - thinking that he'll see Jungkook's eyes once more, only for his own obsidian gaze to stare back at him.
"Fucking hell." Taehyung huffed as his face scrunched in distaste towards his delusional mind. He slumped back against the bed - the metal edge of it digging into his spine, while the coldness seeped through his shirt and sunk into his skin. He glanced up at Sasha and extended a cup towards her, receiving a small nod and a lazy blink of her eyes in return.
Taehyung raised his own cup up to his lips and sipped on the tea. He gulped the liquid down, feeling the spoonful of honey and handful of squashed elderberries mixed together with the bag of lemon tea. He didn't even feel the liquid slide down his tongue, only felt the soothing caresses against his throat and the blanket of warmth wrapping around his exhausted lungs.
Taehyung lowered his cup and wiped away the droplet of tea hanging off his chin only once it was empty. His obsidian gaze tied together with Hershel's gentle one before the latter broke it in order to turn towards Sasha and explain to her what to do, "Every five to ten seconds squeeze. If you start feeling lightheaded, have somebody take over." His eyes left Sasha and focused on a pale Taehyung, he eyed him for a split second before glancing back at Sasha and assessing her state too, "We'll take turns in shifts."
