"Hyung! You need to come with me - now!"
Jaehyun's voice cracked through the silence of the hallway as he nearly stumbled down the stairs "There's blood everywhere - I think she's still bleeding!"
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands shaking as if his whole body was trembling with fear and guilt.
Kun didn't ask a single question. He dropped the knife he'd been holding and sprinted after him, heart hammering. Their footsteps thundered up the stairs, echoing through the hall.
When they burst into Jaehyun's room, the metallic scent of blood hit like a slap -the air thick, suffocating, unmistakable, heavy with panic.
Kun sat down beside the unconscious girl, his breath catching when he saw the paleness of her face - ghostly, lips bluish.
Sheets were soaked crimson, and in the center of it all, the girl lay motionless.
His training kicking in despite the rising dread. He pressed two fingers to her neck. "Pulse is weak," he muttered. "Too weak." Her skin was clammy and cold. "She's lost too much blood," he murmured under his breath, then pulled the blanket farther down, lifting her shirt carefully.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jaehyun shouted, instinctively stepping closer, protective, defensive.
"Checking if she's still bleeding."
Kun shot back, focused but tense, he didn't even look up. "She's paler than before, and she's freezing cold. If she's still losing blood, she could go into shock any second."
He glanced down - and his stomach clenched. A dark, half-dried patch of blood clung to her side, still seeping through the bandage he'd placed earlier.
"Didn't you notice her jeans were soaked when you brought her in? That wasn't just dirt or water," he said, voice firm. "That was blood."
Jaehyun froze, realization dawning too late. He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to her leg beneath the blanket. "No... I didn't- I didn't notice."
"Come here. I need your help," Kun said quietly. "We can't afford to waste time."
Jaehyun hesitated for half a heartbeat, then nodded and pulled the blanket back completely.
The sheets underneath were sticky with red. Kun pressed a clean cloth to the wound on her side, applying pressure.
"Jaehyun..." Kun's tone changed - low, grave, the kind of voice that froze the blood in one's veins.
Jaehyun looked up - and his heart stopped.
"Fuck," Jaehyun whispered, his stomach twisting as he saw the wound - deep, jagged, still oozing dark red. His sheets were soaked.
"Check her leg - now! I'll handle this wound," Kun barked, pressing a folded towel hard against her side.
Jaehyun grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk, hands trembling so violently he could barely cut straight through the denim of her jeans. The fabric gave way with a harsh rip, revealing another gash - smaller, but bleeding steadily. "Oh God..."
"Hyung..." he choked out, tears welling. "She's-she's not stopping-"
"Call Doyoung, Taeil-hyung, Ten, Renjun - and Sungchan! Hurry!" Kun ordered, already reaching for gauze and antiseptic. His voice was sharp, commanding, but the tremor in it betrayed how dire the situation was.
Jaehyun didn't argue. He dropped the scissors and sprinted out of the room, shouting names as he ran.
Kun pressed the bandage tighter, counting under his breath, praying the bleeding would slow. "Stay with me, kid," he whispered. "Don't you dare leave him now."
Footsteps thundered up the stairs, a cluster of voices following close behind.
"What happened?!" Doyoung demanded, his voice trembling when he saw the state of the bed.
