MANIA

Part 37

The next ten minutes after Y/N lose consciousness are the worst ten minutes of their entire lives.

“Jennie-“ 

“Already on it,” The shorter girl cuts Nayeon off, gaze focussed on Y/N's body as tears line the corners of her vision.

Like hell is Jennie going to let Y/N slip away from them now. Concentrating, she holds on to Y/N's mind, cradling it gently as she tethers Y/N to her.

Rosé and Lisa are quick to carefully lift Y/N's body back onto the desk. Still, those goddamn arrows stick glaringly into the air, the silver gleaming almost mockingly in the light. Each girl can smell Y/N's scent becoming stronger with every second that her blood continues to spill out of her.

The sound of tearing fabric finally draws Jisoo back into reality, her tearful gaze locking onto Y/N's unconscious form being surrounded by her sisters on all sides.

Jisoo takes a step forward but immediately stops when Nayeon's eyes are flashing, a warning snarl tugging at her lips as Nayeon glares at her.

“Stand down.”

“I can help-“

“You’ve done enough.” Mina's tone is harsh, her heated gaze being directed towards Jisoo for only a brief moment before turning back to the task at hand.

The first arrow is removed from Y/N's back.

“Don’t-“

“Jisoo.” Nayeon stern gaze locks with her. “Now is not the time.”

“Like hell you can keep me away from her,” Jisoo snarls back, teeth bared threateningly as her emotions consume her once more. Tears fall freely down her face with each breath she takes, a wild look in her eyes.

With a flick of Nayeon's head, both Rosé and Irene part from holding onto Y/N's body to restrain Jisoo from taking another step closer.

“Let me go,” Jisoo begins thrashing in their grip as they begin to drag her down the hallway. “I need to see her. I need to help.”

“Do you think you’re going to be the first person she wants to see when she wakes up?” Rosé hisses, quite harshly, in Jisoo's ear. “You fucked up. Big time, Jisoo.”

“She could have died!” Jisoo's voice nearly shakes the whole house as they reach the stairs. “She could still die!”

“You think we don’t realize that?” Irene spits, fear reflected in her gaze as her grip tightens around Jisoo. It’s certainly a task dragging her up the stairs and into her room. “You think I don’t understand the fear you felt seeing her body hunched over like that, with arrows protruding from every angle? You don’t think I felt that same terror consume me when I smelt her blood?”

Jisoo goes quiet, yet she still struggles to get free. To get back to Y/N, and help Y/N in any and every way that she can. To beg for Y/N's forgiveness, even in her unconscious state. Jisoo needs Y/N to know that the words she spoke were some of the worst lies of her life. Words spat harshly in anger. In fear.

“You’re not the only one affected by this, Jisoo.” Irene's voice is low, stern as she and Rosé practically throw Jisoo inside of her room. “But you sure know how to make it worse.”

“And now we are stuck on guard duty while the love of our lives bleeds out downstairs,” Rosé's eyes are sharp as she glares at Jisoo, her hands shaking as she plops herself down into a side chair.