Bridging Destinies

Chapter 9: Reparation of Events

I approached Yoongi and put my hands on either side of his arms, holding him lightly in my grasp. I looked down at him, studying his features. My touch was meant to steady him, and he looked up at me, still seeming muddled and not fully aware of his surroundings. I looked into his face and spoke in Korean to the man, "Are you okay? Are there others?" I asked him, more as an attempt to gauge his level of shock and awareness. As I spoke, I looked at his energy and scanned his body for any problems, and finding nothing seriously wrong with him, other than being confused with a minor contusion on his head, I was not too concerned. I knew that humans could die of shock, even with minor injuries, so I was cautious, yet considered it a minor concern. His injury was not grave.

I watched Yoongi blink up at me, like a stunned cat, still not quite himself. He carefully answered me, his words somewhat slow and mumbled, "Taehyungie, Jiminie and Joonie are inside. And the driver." I nodded and sent a mental note to Dana to assist with the others inside the van. "I think they are hurt." Yoongi told me, "The others."

I nodded again, assuring Yoongi that I would help, as Dana, who had already begun walking away from us, moved towards the van. I gently pulled Yoongi to the side of our vehicle and directed him to sit beside it. Moving inside the car, I grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him, then closed the door, locking it. I instructed him, "Sit here. You are in shock. We will see to it."

I started to walk away when Yoongi seemed to come out of his stupor a little, asking, "Hey. Are you a doctor?"

I turned back around and looked at him, easily twisting the truth to fit the circumstances, "You could say that." I said, offering no other explanation, and turned back around rushing to help Dana, who was leaning into the van.

Dana seemed most concerned about the driver, inspecting his injuries from the passenger door. He climbed inside to inspect the man, while I entered through the open door at the side where the passengers were and saw that Namjoon had passed out and that the other two were in various states of shock or unconsciousness. Jimin was propping Taehyung up against his shoulder to support him, while holding his own wrist to his chest protectively. When he heard my entrance into the van, he opened his eyes, looking at me, pain clearly radiating from his eyes. I leaned over the seat in front of him and spoke softly, "You are going to be okay." I spoke in Korean, as I quickly scanned his body and energy, surmising that only his wrist appeared to be broken.

Jimin did not respond to me right away, but watched as I looked in his friend's direction, which prompted him to speak, his voice stilted, "My friend. He's bleeding." He said. I nodded, not looking at the man again, as I began to look Taehyung over. He was in worse shape, with blood covering his shoulder and trailing down his arm. It did not look life threatening, but I could see he had lost more blood that was good.

I took a moment to look back at Jimin, who continued to watch me. He seemed more aware than I was comfortable with, and as I looked at him I smiled softly, allowing the Light in my eyes to expand, which put him in a different kind of daze than what was caused by the accident, "Jimin." I instructed him, "You are dreaming. This is all just an accident induced dream. You will remember it, but it's still just a dream." He gazed at me, his eyes widening as I spoke and continued to explain, speaking carefully to him, "I'm going to help your friend and then I'm going to help Namjoon, and then you. Okay?" I asked him and he slowly nodded, his eyes still wide. Even though he would still remember the events of today and question if it was truly a dream, he was more likely to believe that it didn't really happen, because it would not seem plausible to a human mind. I was counting on this.

I first scanned Taehyung's energy and body for damage. Other than the blood loss caused by the wound on his shoulder, I did not see any problems. His seatbelt was still firmly in place, and he had minor bumps and scratches, but nothing more. I moved my hands around his body as I scanned him, then moved to rip the material away from his shoulder to examine the wound. I saw that there was a moderately sized piece of glass wedged into the wound that had caused a deep gash and it would need many stitches. I carefully removed the glass, then used the material from his shirt to wipe clear some of the blood, which had gushed out a little stronger after removing the object, then placed my hand over it, sending Light into the wound. As the wound partially closed while I worked to heal him, the blood flow slowed down to a trickle. The wound looked much better, would probably still need some stitches, and would not explain the amount of blood in the van, but I would leave that mystery for the paramedics and police when they came.