The Symbol Of Darkness

㉒There's Really Nothing At All?

 
Jungkook’s panic throttled him with severe force as soon as Taehyung tumbled into his arms. He picked him up restlessly and carried him to the couch. A gush of blood spurted from the left side of his stomach, and he made haste to press down on it. 

“Tae? Can you hear me? Tae? Please...” His calls were unanswered. He rummaged in his pocket for his phone and found the number of his friend, who was his doctor for every injury he got from his job. 

The several seconds that crawled by until he picked up were daunting. “Hae Soo-ssi, I need you. Come to my house as fast as possible.” 

“What happened? It’s really late, Jungkook.”

“I’ll give you whatever you ask for, just... Fuck, just come to my house now. Someone’s dying.”

“Okay, calm down. I’ll be there in ten.” Hae Soo wore his bluetooth earpiece and rushed to his car in his pajamas. He had prepared medical supplies in his car for emergencies, such as this, and it always came in handy since he didn’t waste time on preparing his equipment and medicine. 

He soon drove off. “Is the patient conscious?”

“No. He’s not responding.”

“How’s his pulse?”

Jungkook’s trembling hand drew closer to his neck and lightly pressed on it. “It’s fast. Why is it so fast?”

“It could be for several reasons. Is he bleeding a lot? If yes, his body is probably in shock because of the blood loss. Tell me about his injury.”

“It’s a stab wound to his stomach. And yes, he was bleeding a lot, so I put pressure on it.”

“Good. Keep pressing on it. I’ll be there in five.”

Jungkook’s consternation rocketed as he watched the beads of sweat on his forehead roll down his skin. His chest fluctuated with rapid puffs and different muscles in his body spasmed unpredictably. “He’s sweating a lot. And—and his breathing—it’s fast.”

Hae Soo sighed in worry. “He’s definitely in shock. Raise his legs to help his circulation. He’ll need a blood transfusion if he’s bleeding so much. Do you know his blood type?”

“No. Tae? Tae? You need to tell me your blood type. Tae?” Despite his efforts, only short breaths mixed with whines fell from his quivery lips. He grasped two pillows from the other couch and lifted his legs, placing them beneath them. Then he put pressure on his injury again. 

The doctor arrived a few minutes later, and Jungkook dashed to the door to let him in. “Any changes?”

“No. He’s awake, but he’s not responding.”

Hae Soo laid his first-aid kit on the floor and wore gloves. He lifted his bloody shirt and surveyed the injury. “It’s not that deep. Organ damage is improbable. And he’s not bleeding that much, Jungkook.” He shook his head as Jungkook’s panicked behavior had him worrying for no reason. “Take a moment to calm yourself as I clean his injury. Then try to make him talk. We still need to find out his blood type just in case.”

Jungkook arose with no words. He dragged his feet towards the bathroom, only then realizing he was mildly shaking. He stood in front of the sink, staring in a haze at his bloody hands. Flashbacks of the night his hyung died blustered throughout his head, and he couldn’t blot them out. 

Taehyung won’t die. No one else will die in my arms, he appeased himself with what little was left of his sense. 

He washed his hands thoroughly and splashed some ice-cold water on his face. Knowing that Hae Soo was treating Taehyung eased his consternation enough to find his limpidity in its entirety.