Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

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Jennie

I don't know how long I've been here, or even where I am.

I'm strapped to a bed and my head is spinning as I fight my way through the fog of sedatives. A hand strokes over my hair, and I blink against the bright overhead lights, trying to focus on the blurry figure in front of me.

"Маленький голубка, время пришло. {Little dove, it's time.}"

I recoil away from the voice, trying to twist my head to the side. "Время? {Time?}" My voice is barely audible.

"Время познакомиться с малышом. {Time to meet your baby.}"

What is he talking about?

He steps to the side and a woman replaces him. I feel the prick of a needle being pressed into my arm, and then she moves away.

Nicholai takes my hand in his. I manage to focus on him, on his icy blue eyes. A soft smile touches his lips. "Я так рада, что ты дома. Все это скоро закончится, и я снова сделаю тебя сильным. {I am so glad you are home. This will all be over soon, and I will make you strong again.}"

I squeeze my eyes shut.

"В любую минуту. {Any minute now.}" He says.

My eyes fly open when my stomach tightens like a steel band. "Что творится? {What's happening?}"

He smiles. "У тебя будет ребенок, маленький голубка. Он будет сильнее даже тебя. {You are having your baby, little dove. He will be stronger than even you.}"

"Нет, я не могу. Это слишком рано. {No. I can't. It's too early.}" I say, panic lacing my voice.

"Тсс, тсс, ты спишь уже несколько недель. С тобой все будет в порядке. Я не позволю тебе умереть, маленький голубка. Ты слишком дорог. {Shh, shh, you've been sleeping for weeks. You will be fine. I would not let you die, little dove. You are too precious.}" His hand strokes over my hair again, and then he stands, kissing my forehead before he leaves the room.

I've never felt less fine in my life.

Weeks. I've been here for weeks.

My plan...my time is up now. This baby is coming, and once it's separated from me, my task becomes infinitely more difficult. I can only imagine the terror Jungkook is raining down on everyone.

My midsection clamps down again, every single muscle going rigid tight. I grit my teeth and my body contorts, but only so far because my wrists, ankles, and chest are pinned to the bed.

Oh, god. He's going to leave me here to have this baby on my own.

The door opens again and Sasha walks in the room. I've never been so happy to see him. He walks over to me. His posture is stiff, his face set in a grim expression.

"Саша. {Sasha.}"

He stops beside me, his body bristling with tension. I notice one arm is tucked against his chest in a sling.

"Что с тобой случилось? {What happened to you?}"  I ask.

His other fist clenches tight. He says nothing for a moment.

"У меня была стычка с итальянцем. {I had a run in with the Italian.}"

My pulse races. If Sasha went after Jungkook, one of them must be dead, and Sasha's standing right here, so...