Bittersweet

3: Hurt? Maybe or Maybe Not

"Get in!"
The voice pierced through Kiera's ears. She wanted to kick her right where her uterus was. She wanted blow up her brain. But Alas, Kiera can't blow up objects that don't exist.
Kiera bitterly chuckled, spreading anger through Tzuyu's blood. Tzuyu threw Kiera on the ground and started kicking her. That was the last straw for Kiera.
Even with her hands cuffed, she did a flip and got back to her feet. She kicked Tzuyu right at her jaw pinning her on the ground. She slipped away a pin from Tzuyu's dress and uncuffed her handcuffs. She wrapped that very handcuff against Tzuyu's throat and started choking her.
"Thought the Queen was easy? You bitch! You don't know who you have laid your hands on! Who the fuck gave you the power to lay a finger on me? I will snap you into half... You bloody airheaded bitch!"
Soon Kiera's knuckles were dug inside Tzuyu's doll like face. Blood was oozing out of Tzuyu's gorgeous lips and nose. There were several cuts on her. Her face had gone all pale.
"Guards!"
Jisoo screamed on the top of her voice. She muttered,
"Sorry."
Her long fingers pricked a syringe  through Kiera's nerves. And in a matter of a moment Kiera was on the floor. Namjoon softly took her body in his arms. He carried her bridal style towards the hospital wing.

"Sunbaenim, she's a criminal..."
Rosé said as she picked on her lips. She looked at the bruised body. The wounds told that the others went hard on her in the torture cell. But still how did she manage to knock Tzuyu down, was a mystery to Rosé.
"Rosie, we as doctors have taken the oath to save any patient that is injured. To us Kiera is not The Queen of Hearts, the criminal or the murderer. She's just a patient. Don't hold grudges Rosie."
Namjoon smiled at Rosé. He knew how it stung her. She had lost some friends to criminals. She hated those rulebreakers. But ironically, she is the one who has to treat them. But Rosé didn't move one step. She stood there still. Namjoon sighed,
"Rosie why don't you see Tzuyu instead?"
Rosie bowed and went to the other cabin.
Namjoon sighed and picked up the file. He scribbled some words about her condition. Bruises, blisters, cuts she got it all. Now was the time to dress her wounds. He shrugged his shoulders and removed the clothing from her shoulder, she dug her nails in Namjoon's palms. In between gritted teeth she whisper shouted,
"Stay in your limits! Don't you dare!"
"Relax lady! I'm just doing my duty."
Kiera sat up, she leaned her back on the cold metal bedhead. She rolled her eyes,
"Where's the Blondie?"
"She's attending Tzuyu."
Kiera broke out into laughter. Blood chilling laughter. She laughed till she had tears in her eyes. Her tone had the tinge of pure mockery,
"Is Blondielocks scared of me? Or do I disgust her? Trust me, that dollface is way more disgusting."
"You are a patient Kiera. You have to stay in and maintain some rules."
"What are you going to do if I don't follow the rules? Beat me up? I'm not scared."
Kiera kicked the bed. Namjoon got on his feet and tried to calm her down, even though he was the one panicking.
After a few long seconds, Kiera sat there still. Namjoon sighed and took the file in his hands,
"Now, Ms. Kiera, let's get somethings through, what's your age?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Cause I'm a doctor. I need to know, so that I can treat you. Trust me."
Kiera stayed silent. She never trusted no one other than ace. But again, what's wrong if they know her birth year? It's not like they are stronger than her.
"17th October 1999."
Namjoon smiled a soft, dimple smile at the cold girl in front of him. He scribbled down the words right beneath the name QUEEN OF HEARTS (QUEEN/KIERA)
"Weight?"
"Never gave a damn."
"Height?"
"Tall."
"Yeah, but how much? I mean the measurements?"
"You think I know? Come on! I fight people, I kill people. Why should I care bout my height or weight? I just need to know if I'm strong enough or confident enough. If I got enough nerves or not!"
Namjoon broke out into a feat of laughter. He doesn't know why, but he felt the sarcasm, the mockery gift wrapped around every single word. It just felt hilarious. Kiera scoffed a bit.
Namjoon again regained his posture. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses upwards his long nose bridge,
"Well, then since you deal with blood. What's your blood type?"
"I don't know!"
Kiera was getting on Namjoon's nerve slowly. But Namjoon was the most patient one. He decided to put up a smile and with the calmest tone he said,
"Any clue? Or should we run tests?"
"Well Ace always gave me blood if I needed it. I don't know what group I am."
Kiera gulped. She knows which blood type she is. Group A. She just doesn't want to tell them. She wants to stay a mystery to them.
"Well, let's run some tests then."
Namjoon said as he prepared the needles. Kiera was just out and out cold. Namjoon tried to comfort her. Make her feel less scared. But turns out, they are the ones that should be scared of her.
"Prepare one single test, the needles would pierce a hole through your well built body Doc."
Kiera's voice was cold, unbothered and menacing. Namjoon felt a cold rush down his spine. But he didn't show it on his face,
"Threatening? Are we now? Well, I'm not scared Kiera."
"Lying? Are we now?"
Kiera said, in a rather proud and arrogant tone. Namjoon was about to say anything before Taehyung burst in,
"Joon Hyung, got the Queen?"
"Yeah! But your Queen doesn't talk much, she spats pure sarcasm."
Namjoon said as he rolled his eyes. Kiera was a hard nut, it won't be easy dealing with her.
Kiera got out of the bed and walked towards Taehyung,
"I'm not hurt, I'm used to bruises so can you just let me breathe?"