Sempiternal: • Savages • || BOOK 6#

39. Preliminary test

The first to wake up is Namjoon and his level of confusion knows no bounds. Seeing a different ceiling, being on a rather hard stretcher, feeling that he has a serum in his arm and there is commotion all around him. To make matters worse, one he doesn't even understand because he tries. He moves, blinks repeatedly and insistently. The artificial, white light hurts his eyes. He chokes on his own breath and freaks out when someone comes at him.

"First to wake up. Normal pulse, normal pupil reaction" Namjoon complains about the direct light in his eyes. He can't see anything to make it worse. Now he has a purple smear all over. "General reaction: stable and good... Do you remember what happened? What's your name?" he asks suddenly and Namjoon is surprised to understand.

Ah, they speak English Why didn't it start there? They confused him for fun.

"Where am I?" he asks in a daze, completely forgetting the questions he was asked. The blue-eyed nurse removes his mouth cover.

"You're in unit six Vladimir Bets. Shelter for those affected by Smertel'naya likhoradka" Namjoon wrinkles his face What is that, what are they talking about, is this Russian, he DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! "You are being processed along with your friends, I need you to answer my questions to speed up the process." he asks with some impatience in his voice.

"Fri-friend- JUNGKOOK!"

He rises abruptly from the gurney, looking around. There are lots and lots of gurneys. All with someone on them. People hooked up to IVs, some sitting and talking to nurses. He can't breathe properly, his vision filling with shadows, colorful, blurry spots. The nurse rushes over to try to sit him up.

"Easy, easy, they're fine," he assures, though Namjoon doesn't hear him. He doesn't see them Why aren't they around? "You have to- Wait, wait Hey!"

Namjoon yanks off the serum and stands up. Though clumsy, the adrenaline helps him to move forward. Even if awkwardly and foolishly. He pushes the stretcher by accident. No one is here. Why is he alone? It makes no sense, several nurses pile in and restrain him, managing to carry him back to his gurney.

"WHERE ARE THE OTHERS?! I WASN'T ALONE!" he speaks in Korean, not having the thinking ability to speak English. Not with how hysterical and distressed he is. This can't be a dream. It must be real.

So why aren't they there? Someone found them in that place and brought him alone? He must be with them. He needs to be with them.

"Calm down, calm down" He turns his head towards the voice speaking Korean. Rustic and loud. "Release him, we don't need any more discomfort" he indicates and the nurses release him. Namjoon breathes through his mouth like an animal that has just been attacked and needs to run away. The man is huge, making him feel tiny. "Your classmates, unlike you, had stronger clinical situations. They are in a different tent, being treated. Unlike you, who were just dehydrated and slightly malnourished."

Namjoon's lips quiver and the uneasiness in his gaze only accentuates.

"I-I need to go with them. I-I need- I-I can't- I can't be without them-"

"We'll take you after you answer some questions. And if you behave." he warns and Namjoon nods. "I am General Mikhail Kuznetsov. Person in command of this extraction shelter. Welcome." he greets and Namkhoon notices that.

Did you get here? How did you get here?

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"Name."

"Kim Nam-Joon."

"Occupation?"

"Producer and rapper."