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1. Way back home....

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Y/N's POV

I was walking back home after another long day at the ER, I need to get my 5 hours, I think of it yawning while I drag myself trying to keep myself awake, working both shifts can be a rough life, but sadly it wasn't my choice. As doctors need to stay on our toes to keep our jobs and get our degrees...

I shiver at the cold, immediately rubbing my palms on my shoulder to warm myself since I have a lot of distance to cover on foot. I stop at the grocery store, buy myself dinner, and head straight home, and swell, the street lights don't work either...

I make careful yet fast steps in order to rush home, when I hear something...Horror movies have taught me one thing, if you hear a sound, you run away from it, I was no way going to go near that hedge to get grabbed by an angry spirit, so I request my curious mind to stow these adventurous ideas aside and walk home, so I can finally eat my first meal today...damn today was busy, I couldn't sit for a minute, and the muscles in my leg are tired....

You know that feeling when you know someone is following you? I was having that right now while I tried distracting myself recalling the tough time at work trying to hold the urge of not turning back and have my face eaten away by a ghoul.....

"Y/N don't turn back, run home Y/N" , repeating in my head I try and stay focused on reaching home in one peace, the cold whistling wind and the dark night of the new moon, wasn't helping at all...when I felt something wet on my shoulder...

My eyes widen and my body froze, I touch my shoulder trying to feel the wet fluid, but something grabs my hand, I jump from the weight on my shoulder, trying to back off from whatever it was, still not having the heart to look back until I heard a faint whisper...

"Help"

I turn back immediately, it's too dark to even catch a proper glimpse of the scene, I try to scan the figure up and down, when I see a lot of blood, blood pouring down his mouth, blood on his white clothes, and he was barely holding It together, I immediately hold him, supporting his falling figure, and make him sit down on the ground, while I quickly take a look at his wounds, his wounds look brutal, the amount of cuts, and bruises, and the very obvious fresh bullet wounds how is he still alive....wait a minute..... Bullet wounds? Is he a criminal, on the run? Keeping the questionnaire for later I grab my phone, when he suddenly whimpers, his marble eyes are definitely glaring at me...

"Don't....don't call the police"

Y/N: I'm calling the ambulance ....just hold on....I'm trying to help.....

"No....uh.....just let me die.....but don't.........call anyone.......they will kill me.........please....you need to....save me.....save us" and he loses his consciousness partially on my shoulder...

I give him a minute, no way I can carry this huge man even if my house is just 10 steps ahead, I give him slight pats on his cheeks

Y/N: Ok mister, just 10 more steps, you have to help me here.... Please....

I see him take a deep breath whimpering in pain, I take most of his weight on me, trying to drag us both to my studio....with every step we make, I hear him grunt in pain, those bullets must be still inside him, we need to take those out first, my mind had already begun making a to-do list to save this man's life. Once we reached my house, I dragged us to the couch making him lay down while he groaned loudly.

I quickly grabbed whatever I had at home, heating some water for cleansing the wounds, quickly going through all my practice kit to find the right tools and then it strikes me... how the fuck am I going to operate on a conscious person, he is going to die of the pain....its not like I carry anaesthetics around in my pocket.

Y/N: Sir, We have a problem... I-I ve never operated on a conscious person... p-painkillers .... w-wont do much...

Jungkook: J-Just do it...

Y/N: O-Ok here we go...

I keep talking to him to keep him awake while my hands are quickly locating the bullet wounds, one is on his thigh, the other on his shoulder, and looks like a bullet just grazed his ear, I quickly take the scissors cutting his filthy clothes away, so I had better access to the open wound, quickly cleaning the wound he grabs my hands hissing at the pain...

Y/N: Sir! You cannot disturb me like this... please just 5 minutes.....it will be fine....I have to take out the bullets

The tears were flowing from his eyes due to the pain but he withdrew his hand clutching on the fabric of my couch

Y/N: Deep breaths, on the count of three I will be digging into that wound....

He shuts his eyes clothes taking deep breaths, and keeping one of his arm in his mouth, he bites on it to subdue his screams... after a little struggle I take the bullet out, when he gasps for air like he hasn't breathed in a while

"P-Please! make it stop!"

My heart shakes seeing him beg like that to make the pain stop... I feel so helpless... but I can't stop... not now... there is no turning back...

Y/N: Just one more time...this one won't hurt much I promise....

I lied...the shoulder wound was even deeper, and it would take few tries to get that one out, why hasn't he passed out yet, this man has some pain tolerance I thought... while I was cleaning the surface of the wound with a clean towel...

This time when I went in with my tool, he screamed uncontrollably, I was only half way in the wound, I had to go deeper to reach the bullet so I pressed on it and his hand grabbed my other arm, clutching it tightly, I tried to stay focused on taking the bullet out while his nails dug deep into my skin... just there, nearly there.... got it...

I moved away from him, his hands slowly loosening his grip around my arm and he passes out, I quickly take this opportunity to sterilize and stitch his wounds and attend the other bruises as well, I clean him up in his sleep with a wet towel, wiping his bloodied face, my heart softens looking at his condition, his messed up hair, and the trail of dried tears on his cheeks. This must have been a tough night for him, I glide my hand through his hair to comfort him when he starts mumbling in his sleep....

"Please don't hurt them.....kill me.... take me instead..." tears trickling down his eyes

He looks so scared, I gently shake him to break him from his trance, and he instantly falls asleep again, the painkillers must've started their work, I sigh , the day couldn't have gotten any worse, and this poor man is so unlucky to drop into my house, I don't even keep food at my place, so I immediately cosy him up with blankets since he is practically lying down naked on my couch, and go to my nearby med store to get whatever I could, I grabbed everything I would normally prescribe, and a lot of fresh bandages and a shoulder sling in case his shoulder wasn't doing so good, one problem still stood and that was what would he wear, but I had some of brothers old clothes so hopefully those would fit him if it's his day...

I reached back home to see him sitting on the couch with my kitchen knife in his hand. His eyes very blood red, he needed to rest he was only straining himself more so I immediately spoke

Y/N: What are you doing...?

Him: Where the hell did you go? Did you call the police?

Y/N: What? NO! ...I just got you some fresh bandages... look...

I shoot at him quickly opening my bag and showing him the result of my midnight shopping spree. His body relaxes at that and he passes out again...I slowly move towards him to take the knife of his hands but his grip is too tight even in his sleep. I don't bother, I just keep some clothes on the table, and making the couch as comfortable I could for him and drifted off to sleep

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