Bridging Destinies

Chapter 49: Decisive Decisions

It had not been a split second decision to secure his brother's safety. Half thoughts and frustrations had fueled his choices until he had mentally thrown his hands up, sending the text that he was on his way. The same energy had given rise to his choice to call the police, and he did not regret it, despite the fact that he knew Namjoon was not alone. In the time between when he learned of the attack and his decision to call the police, and then take it upon himself to play chauffeur, Yoongi had decided that while he did not want to hurt Felina, he also cared more for Namjoon's safety. He figured the woman could fend for herself, if need be, but he would not leave her behind, either.

Yoongi turned his car into a curve of the parking garage, spotting three figures in the near distance. Two he recognized and a third he did not. He squinted and then his eyes widened imperceptibly as he automatically sped up the car, hastening towards the conflict. Felina was fending off an attack and Namjoon was attempting to aid her, swinging his bag towards the man. Yoongi acted instinctively, as he aimed his vehicle towards the trio, the severity of the attack falling to the back of his mind.

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Namjoon recognized Yoongi's car as it sped towards them. He scrambled back and then up, standing to move out of the way of the spinning wheels. His voice was still stuck in his throat, and he was unable to call out a warning, but with a mild sense of relief, he observed Felina moving out of the way of the vehicle, as she half kicked the man backward, which propelled him towards it.

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In his glee at the successful attack, Young-Soo missed the sound of the engine as it shot towards them. His attention gravitated towards the blunt pop of the knife piercing the alien's side, the expunging of air from her lungs, and the spill of blood as it flowed briefly over his fingers and hand. Somehow, he thought she would bleed blue or green, but not the red he had seen on both her stomach and hand, and now her side. His hand had released the blade in his surprise and the elation bloomed bright in his chest, as he stared at the blood. In the next instance. The peak of his ecstasy collapsed into confusion and pain as the blunt force of an attack hit his thigh and hip, sending him into a partial spiral, knocking him back into the pillar, causing him to hit his head. He promptly landed on the floor, beside the cylindrical concrete in a haze, staring at his hand, until, in the next second, he passed out cold, his head falling to his chest.

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With a screech of tires, Yoongi stopped his car, scrambling out of his seat and through the door. He had seen the man he hit go down in both his side and his rear view mirrors, then pass out within seconds of his harsh landing. Yoongi chose to ignore the damage he had inflicted to survey the other two in the scene before him. He stood next to the driver's side door, holding onto its frame, his knuckles terse against the metal, as he debated his next move to help Namjoon and Felina. "Namjoon! Felina!" He called out to the other two, insistently, "Let's go!"

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Namjoon rushed to check on Felina as she stumbled towards him, holding her side. His eyes fell to where her hand rested. Protruding from her side, her palm and fingers caressing it, was the handle of the knife the aggressor had used to attack her. He had seen the knife move towards her and had even seen it enter her side, but the reality of seeing it still stuck there, caused his face to turn deeply pale, negating its healthy hue, as he rushed towards her, ignoring the call of his band mate. He offered his body to her as support, then called to Yoongi, "Get our bags, Yoongi! She's been hurt!" He yelled to his friend, a warble in his voice, as he barely glanced at Yoongi from across the hood of the car. He fumbled for the door handle near them, then lifted it, pulling the passage open and helping her inside.

Yoongi delayed for only a second before he raced around the hood of the car and grabbed the bags, throwing them into the front seat. He gazed with a deceptively blank expression, as he watched Namjoon settle Felina, then glanced back at the mugger, still passed out cold a short distance away. He winced internally, hoping he hadn't killed the man, his emotions in a turmoil easily matching that of the other two, but hidden. Appearing calm but hurried, he closed the door and moved back to the driver's side of the vehicle, hopping inside, as he prepared to start the engine.

Looking through his rear view mirror, Yoongi watched as Namjoon fussed over the woman, holding his already ruined shirt to her side to stem the blood that seeped around the knife blade. Yoongi vaguely wondered when Namjoon had taken his shirt off, but dismissed the half formed thought as fast as it had materialized. A barely suppressed glow seemed to infuse Felina's skin, which belied the agony of her expression, as she responded to Namjoon's attempts to assist her. He looked away from the couple, started the car and rushed out of the parking garage in the general direction of the hospital. His fingers tapped out the name of the nearest hospital into his GPS, as he looked between the device and the road. He heard a groaned protest behind him, "No. Joon. No. Don't remove it. I will bleed out, and I cannot heal this myself."

He looked again into his rear view mirror and noticed the glow brighten around her and within her skin, then fade out again as she pushed the hand of a distraught Namjoon away from the handle of the knife. His alarm increasing, he pressed his foot to the peddle, speeding faster towards his destination. The GPS announced the destination, 'Soonchunhyang University Hospital', then continued, 'In the next two hundred feet, turn right onto Hannam-daero."

"No, Yoongi. Don't." Felina said on a breathy gasp that barely escaped her mouth. She grabbed Namjoon's arm and pulled slightly at it, as if to pull herself up in a show of authority, "Tell him, no. Not the hospital." Her voice was terse and pained as she fought to expel the words so that Namjoon could hear them, "No." She shook her head and choked on a breath that she fought to keep steady. "Not there. I cannot." She said softly and closed her eyes in exhaustion.

Yoongi twisted his body to look back at the two of them, getting a better look at their positions. Felina appeared to be almost passed out as blood seeped from her stomach and the knife at her side, dripping down onto the discarded shirt and his leather seats. Namjoon reached for the shirt again, pressing it against the worst of her wounds. Licking his dry lips, Yoongi turned back to the road, catching Namjoon's eye in the rear view mirror, "What do you want me to do?" He asked his brother.

Frowning deeply Namjoon shook his head, "Um." He paused briefly, then continued, "I think, the hospital. She isn't human, but maybe it will be okay. And I think they can still help her."