Bridging Destinies

Chapter 51: The Upheaval of Sanctuary

It didn't take long to arrive at the dorm. I faded in and out of consciousness, and my sense of time was upended, but I could tell that Yoongi was driving quickly. I knew it would not make a difference how fast we arrived at the dorm. None of the men would be able to help me much, but at least we would be in a safer place and Namjoon might worry less. His thoughts were loud, I could hear him well, and in some ways I was more concerned for him than myself.

Yoongi killed the engine as he parked outside of the building. I felt Namjoon carefully lift me into his arms and out of the car, while Yoongi gingerly made sure the coat over me was tucked in, hiding the knife and blood on my body. I internally praised his keen thinking, as I knew the act would keep me partially hidden from any security cameras on the street or at the front door. Namjoon stopped at the door to wait, as Yoongi fiddled with the lock, then opened the door. I was in a half stupor, with my face buried in Namjoon's chest, as he stepped into the foyer, carefully adjusting my body in his arms.

I came more awake as the two men walked into the house in silence. From this angle, I could see Namjoon's throat moving up and down as if he was trying to swallow. I knew he was gravely stressed, and the action may have been almost compulsory. I delicately lifted my free hand up and touched his neck to sooth him, saying softly, "It will be okay, Joonah. Truly." He looked down at me and tears welled in his eyes. He attempted to blink them back, but one lone wet trail moved down his cheek. Namjoon shook his head faintly, saying nothing to my reassurance, as he stood in the foyer.

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As they entered the house, Yoongi marched in front of Namjoon, leading the way to the interior. Not appearing to care if he made noise, he made a lane for Namjoon, as he used his feet to push shoes from the path. Having finished his miniscule chore, Yoongi stepped to the side, allowing Namjoon to move past him, then closed the door and called out to the men currently sleeping in their rooms, "Ya! Guys! Wake up!" He bellowed into the living room, as he walked from the foyer, moving towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

Namjoon carried Felina past Yoongi, down the hallway, and into his room, kicking the door open to lay her on his bed. He could hear Yoongi rousing the others to action and was grateful that Yoongi had taken charge. He gently moved Felina to make her more comfortable, using a pillow to support her side where the knife jutted out, placidly violent. He pushed the shirt that was wrapped around the knife and wound against the pillow, providing a brace to keep it level. Felina moaned in pain at the movement and closed her eyes, appearing to fall into unconsciousness again. Namjoon swallowed hard, burying his fear in his chest with the movement of his throat, again blinking back tears.

The light from the hallway was enough to settle Felina, but he knew they would need to be able to see better to care for her. He pulled himself away from her side and turned the light on, then returned to the bed and pulled the comforter over her body.

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Jungkook opened his door, hearing the urgency and authority in Yoongi's voice, and looked at the other man, who was shifting towards Jimin's door, with half closed lids, "What's up, hyung?" He asked, "It's not even time to get up yet." He lightly complained, rubbing his eyes.

"Ya! That doesn't matter. Go help Namjoon." He instructed and began to pound on Jimin's door.

"What's wrong with Joonie?" Jungkook asked himself, rhetorically, not expecting an answer from the other man and began to stroll hurriedly towards Namjoon's room, suddenly finding himself more awake. Jungkook stopped in the doorway of the room and stared with widening eyes at the scene before him. Namjoon was shirtless, with blood smeared across his front and arms, with a small smearing of the same substance against his neck. The other man leaned over the bed, where a lump, that appeared still and lifeless, lay under the comforter. Blood was smeared on the material of the comforter and sheets, where he assumed Namjoon had pulled it taught over the lump. Jungkook swiftly moved into the room by Namjoon's side and pulled him up from his half crouch over the lump in the bed to gaze over his body, "Namjoon? What's going on?" He asked, in growing alarm as he firmly grabbed his hyung's arms, inspecting the other man's body for wounds.

"It's not mine. The blood." He explained in disjointed sentences as he shook himself from Jungkook's hold. "It's Felina's." He stated with a quiet breath, seeming to go numb, as he turned back towards the bed, "We, uh, need towels and hot water." He explained hoarsely, then looked back at Jungkook, almost looking lost.

It wasn't often that Jungkook had seen Namjoon rattled and it scared him. Not knowing what else to do, he exclaimed softly, "I'll get towels." Jungkook turned away from the bed and met Jimin coming into the room with a stack of towels piled in his arms, belying his efforts to escape the room and help his hyung at the same time.

"Yoongi told me to get towels." Jimin explained, handing them off to Jungkook, who took them, "What's going on Jungkookah?" Curiously looking around the younger man, Jimin's eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped. He watched Namjoon sit at the edge of the bed and carefully move the comforter back from around her body, catching sight of the knife propped up against the bloodied pillow and shirt that was supporting it. His eyes moved from the knife to the cut on her stomach, where blood showed red through the light material of her shirt, then to her face. He did not miss the inhuman glow of her skin and his expression went from shocked to utter confusion and bewilderment. Jungkook turned at Jimin's expression and gazed at Felina, who was now exposed. He barely managed to drop the towels on the side table next to the bed, baldly staring in surprise at the prone, unconscious woman, as Jimin's voice barely registered in his mind with a whispered, "She is an alien!"

Namjoon looked up from the bed and narrowed his eyes at Jimin, "She's a fairy, actually. Or something like it." He told the other man, "She isn't an alien." He looked back to Felina on the bed and gingerly used his fingers to prod at the juncture of where the metal pierced the fabric of her shirt and met Felina's skin, his jaw clenching as his numbness broke into anger, "A beautiful, amazing fairy." He continued softly, "Now hand me a towel." He demanded more firmly as he held his hand out. Jungkook swiftly reached for a towel to place it in Namjoon's hand.

"Fuck. A fairy?" Jungkook questioned on a soft whisper as Namjoon took the towel and began to tuck it in around the knife that jutted out from her side. He looked at Jimin who pulled his gaze away from Felina with difficulty and their eyes met, both eyes wide in astonishment.

Jimin blinked three times, rapidly, breaking his gaze from Jungkook, as if to clear his mind, and turned to escape from the room, exclaiming as he left, "I'll go see what Jin is doing. I think he was heating water up or something."

"Uh. Me too!" Jungkook stated firmly, and followed Jimin out of the room, both men hurrying towards the kitchen as they turned into the hallway, as if fire was at their heels.