The last thing you remembered was being pulled up into the backseat of the Jeep, and Dae sliding in to the seat beside you. You'd heard the distinct sound of fingers on metal, then a sharp, black pain exploded on the back of your head, jerking your chin hard against your chest and making you see stars before falling unconscious. You bit back a groan, keeping your eyes closed; your head was throbbing something fierce, and you were so thirsty, but you didn't want your captors to know you were awake, yet.
"...going to come for her."
"Definitely...sooner rather than...but not if we can head them..."
"Just remember, she can't...otherwise they'll find out..."
The voices were muffled, as if through a thin door or wall. You swallowed and cracked open an eye, stifling a groan as the world spun around you. Nausea flared up, hot spit filled your mouth, and your stomach heaved. Fuck. Probably a concussion. You sucked in a breath through your nose, closing your eye and sinking back into blessed darkness for a few breaths. You heard a door creak and footsteps pad lightly into the room. A light thunk as something was set down on wood. Splashing. You flinched when a cold cloth pressed against your forehead, and your eyes snapped open.
"Easy, Princess," Dae said as he mopped at your forehead. "Sorry about the head, but we couldn't let you see where you were going, okay?" He smiled down at you as he continued to press the cloth to your temples, and then to the bump at the back of your head. You groaned, stomach roiling.
"I think I'm gunna puke, Dae," you whined.
"Oh shit," he grabbed a trash can and pushed it into your hands, standing up and gathering your hair behind your head. Your guts heaved and you threw up what felt like everything you'd eaten for the last week. Abdominal muscles ached as you retched again and again, resting your forehead against the back of your hand and panting after you were done.
"Oh, God," you groaned, setting the trash can down beside the bed you were on. "Water, please," you croaked. Dae dropped your hair, scooped up the trash can, and bustled out of the room. You heard the lock snick behind him after the door closed. Panting, you leaned back against the pillows, swallowing hard.
Can't believe this is happening again. I hope Jin's okay. And that Tae got my watch's signal. You blinked, glancing down at your now-bare wrist. Of course they took it. You were disappointed, but not terribly surprised. You sighed. Well. Guess Yoongi's gunna burn down the Three Cities again. A morbid little laugh fell from your lips as Dae returned with a glass of ice water.
"Why are you laughing?" He held the straw to your chapped lips and you took a few sips of the cold water, wanting to gulp it all down but not trusting your stomach quite yet. You sat back when you were finished and Dae set the glass down on the table beside your bed.
"Oh," you shrugged, tipping your head back and closing your eyes. "Just imagining what Suga's going to do to you and your friends once he finds me."
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