𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 | 𝐲.𝐦.

01

The calendar shows the date, July 3rd. It's a normal Friday evening, like any other in his week. Jimin's just finished cleaning the tables and is more than ready to exit his café and go into his well-deserved weekend, when someone knocks at the front door. Not expecting anyone to knock this late, since tha café closed hours aho, he walks up to the door and opens it.

"Sorry we're closed–" The words get stuck in his throat as someone heavy crashed into his chest. He stumbles before collapsing to the ground, desperately trying to brace himself and hold up the person. A loud gasp escapes Jimin's throat. It's a man, black hair, black clothes, eyes closed, a small nose, and slightly bloody lips. Worry fills his veins.

"Oh god– uhm, c-c-can you hear me? Are you okay?" He asks stupidly, patting the man's cheek. His heart rate only increases when the person remains unresponsive. Carefully, Jimin lifts the man from his lap and lowers him to the floor, calling out for him once more. He doesn't react.

Only now, he notices the heavy and shallow breathing as well as the sweat on the man's forehead. Breathe, Jimin. Breathe. I know what to do in situations like these. I wasn't in med school for nothing. He takes a deep breath, swallowing the bile coming up his throat upon seeing blood. There's blood oozing from a deep wound on the man's stomach, slowly seeping to the ground and forming a little pool of blood.

"Oh no, o-o-oh god," he whispers in horror, the amount of blood making him feel woozy. In med school he did see a lot of wounds and was supposed to treat them, but it wasn't like this. It was a controlled and safe environment where he could get help whenever he needed it. This is real life. Fuck.

With legs that feel like pudding, Jimin sprints back into the kitchen and grabs about ten towels to try and stop the bleeding. His hands are shaking when he presses the first towel onto the wound. Two deep breaths later, Jimin looks around in his café and bites his lips. He's able to treat the man's wound. He simply needs to focus, and most importantly, calm down.

"I can do this," he whispers over and over again and closes his eyes for a moment. Knowing that he shouldn't waste any more time, he rushes back to the kitchen. Calling for an ambulance isn't an option. It's going to take too long for paramedics to arrive in this part of the city. He needs to act fast.
Jimin needs to help this man right now or he is going to bleed to death.

He gets a needle, a thread, a lot of tissues, safety gloves, a bowl of water, and a handful of bandages. Luckily, he always has his personal emergency equipment with him, in case someone or he himself needs help. Once he's done, he rushes back to the entrance, leaning over the man to check his vitals.

After he hears the man's steady heartbeat and soft breathing, he puts on his gloves and carefully rips his shirt apart. Another gasp leaves his lips. There are scars, multiple ones running across his chest and tummy. A shiver runs down Jimin's spine. But there's no time to stop and think about it.

To apply the proper treatment, he needs to identify the precise location of the wound, so with careful movements, he removes the towel and sighs in relief when he sees that the wound has stopped bleeding. Disinfection comes next. Jimin carefully cleans the wound with sterilization tissues, running out of them once he's done. He doesn't have a huge amount of it. Why should he?

He didn't sign up for this. For having to treat a bleeding stranger. Usually, his customers are very much alive when they enter his café.

Once he's one hundred percent sure that the wound is cleaned and disinfected properly, he does the same to his needle and then starts to sew the wound back together. He suspects that the injury is caused by a knife, but it doesn't really matter. What really matters is the man's life right now. He focuses so hard on his stitches that he starts sweating, heart rate increasing with every passing second.