Sempiternal: •D.E.A(live).D• || BOOK 4#

19. Drastic ways

Yoongi has no idea how long he was asleep, the only thing certain, is that it was a long time. His body feels numb again and it's annoying. The sensation is there for a long time until it becomes pain. Agony that grows little by little. Yoongi squirms on the bed and as he hits the wall, he realizes that it is not cold, not hard or solid either, but cushioned and almost warm.

Yoongi barely sits up in his seat, breathing through his mouth and beginning to sweat. His eyes widen and confusion along with crisis are exposed on his face. It is a fully padded room. Every wall covered by a layer of cloth and quilt stapled to the wall in a grid pattern.

A madhouse room, in short.

There are no windows, nothing to hurt yourself with; the bed welded to the floor as well as a small empty nightstand.

Yoongi begins to give desperate moans. His breathing increases little by little, incredulous already upset Why does it look like an insane asylum room? How did he get here? he doesn't understand how he finds himself here and-.

"Let me out!" demands Yoongi feeling the walls, looking for the door and to be able to get out that way. "I don't want to be here!" he sobs, his face red, puffy and looking just like a frightened child. "LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! WHY ARE YOU KEEPING ME HERE! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE!?" insists without knowing where it is front, back, right or left.

His moans get louder and louder because of the body pain, the tiredness that produces that same pain; he doesn't want to be in here Do you think he's lying? He's not lying, it hurts too much, he's not crazy either for having heard that voice in his head when he almost died.

I don't want to be in here.

He's not a monster.

Do you think he's transforming?

A thousand and one ideas, each one crazier than the last, run through his mind at breakneck speed, preventing him from even fully understanding why he's crying and screaming to be taken out.

. . .

"It's exagerated."

"Saying it now, after we've even settled that room, is a very bad time to regret it." says Namjoon acidly and Jin bites his lower lip, lowering his gaze.

"We should say something to the others" mutters Hoseok, rubbing his neck uneasily. "Warn them not to let him out, that he's going through for a reason."

"They're going to think he's crazy and the last thing we need is for them to be talking shit out there." argues Taehyung and Namjoon clicks his tongue.

"I'll say it. You guys keep watching him and go in and talk to him. Go along with him, whatever; we don't need him getting ideas that aren't.

Not by any stretch of the imagination would they want to have made that place, but it's the only way they'll be able to sleep a wink for at least five minutes without Yoongi wanting to cut his arms off again. They want to and will take care of it, now paying a lot more attention than they did before. For this they also managed to put that containment room next to Hoseok and Jin's room. It would be very easy for them to come and go even in less conscious hours because of sleepiness.

Yoongi will not see it that way, they are aware of that, however what other choice do they have? They are not going to tie him to a wall, put him in a straitjacket or even if they could, keep him sedated. Some solution to his problem must emerge and until then, they did the only thing in their power to keep him from hurting himself further.

. . .

"Hello sweetheart" greets Hoseok closing the door behind him. "You don't like this room at all do you?" he sits down next to Yoongi, who is soaked from head to toe in his own sweat. "We didn't have...any other way...to.... I'm sorry," his awkward stutters end in what he would really like to say. "We don't think you're crazy or-"