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Screams and shouts were everywhere, Kun yelled, grabbing the defilibrator from the side of the clinic to use incase of anything serious.
Jaemin guides Chaerin to an empty bed, removing a cloth that he had tied around her waist to stop the bleeding. It didn't do much, but it helped somehow.
The several machines around the room were attached to her, Sungchan quickly inserts a needle on her hand, allowing the medication Yuta had given to help with the excessive bleeding. Sungchan grabs onto her hand, flinching as touched the cold skin of her hands.
The latter widens his eyes from the coldness of Chaerin's hands. He looks up, signalling to Yuta to call Kun immediately judging by the pale skin and the increase of heart rate based on the monitor attached.
Kun practically runs in, closing the curtains right behind both Jaehyun and Taeyong, who halts. The younger balls his first, tears threatening to pour down.
Yelling and ushering were heard right behind those curtains, and Taeyong notices the sudden change when the hand gripping his becomes tighter.
"Jaehyun-ah"
But Jaehyun was no longer there, nor in the room.
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"NA JAEMIN!"
Jaemin's room door slams open, where the latter walks out of the balcony, hands shaking as he places the unlighted cigarette onto the table.
The older studies the other's face, his hair not brushed, his clothes not changed, leaving the smell of blood, his hands were bandaged, and his eyes.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Jaehyun balls his first, wanting nothing to do then beat the living hell out of the male in front of him, his sister was almost dying because of the man infront of him.
