Escape (Minho x Reader)

Still Too Fresh

Minho wasn't joking when he said he's coming in hot. I just heard the loudest tire screech in the history of tire screech.

Which means they'll be coming through that door any second.

And that also means Felix, Jisung, and I need to get the fuck out of the way.

"Oh shit" I say to myself, jumping up and moving my chair across the room and against the wall.
Jisung and Felix doing the same a second later.

"They're almost to the door, Changbin can you go open it?" Seungmin says, looking at his computer one last time before shutting it.

Changbin does as instructed quietly. Not even a full minute later the door to the med bay is breached by the others. Three are carrying unconscious boys, and Chan is helping two more walk.

"Thanks Chris, I really appreciate it" The tall one on Chan's left thanks, getting up on one of the beds closest to where I am.

"Not a problem Soobin, you know that. You too Gyu" Chan responds, helping the other boy with semi long hair onto a bed.

I stay still, watching Seungmin and Jisung at work. Seungmin doing most of the tasks.

Minho and Chan administer first aid to the two conscious boys. Nothing more as I'm sure they don't have the skills for more.

Seungmin circles around a bed, giving me a straight view of one of the guys.

He doesn't look good at all. I can barely see any features under the dirt, bruising skin, and blood. An all too familiar sight.

Way too familiar.

Just seeing how badly hurt they are causes me to zone out. My vision blurring in and out, thoughts scattered. The events that happened when I got caught still fresh on my mind. Fresh on my body.
I thought I would have been over it by now. I'm safe, I'm alive, I'm not as hurt as I was when I got here. But I just can't get over it. I should be able to. Why can't I?

Stuck in my spiraling mind I don't notice I've brought my hand in front of me and I'm scratching it. Not vigorously, but scratching is for sure happening right now.
I wince at the pain but don't come back to reality.
Don't realize what I'm doing.
Don't realize I'm hurting.

"Um, I think someone should check on her" The one named Soobin I think says, catching the attention of Felix who is next to me.

I see him appear in front of me, talking, but my eyes remain unfocused and blurry; my mind so preoccupied I don't hear what's going on around me.

I don't know where I am. The walls feel too close. My vision blurring so much I'm forced to close my eyes. As soon as I do I'm right back in that locked room. Tired, hurt, scared, hungry.

My breathing is uneven. Getting worse with each memory. They come in waves, I don't know what's coming next. It could be just sad, or it could be straight gore.

I bring my hands up to my chest. It hurts. My heart hurts so bad. I'm shaking so bad. This can't just be anxiety.

A quiet sob escapes my lips. Instantly causing me to choke on my breath. Each attempt to inhale gets harder and harder, more and more painful. My chest is so tight I believe it might implode. Something is wrong. My heart shouldn't hurt like this. It feels like I'm dying. No matter how hard I breathe or how often I just can't seem to get any oxygen. It doesn't feel good enough. Did we miss a major injury? Is Jay going to get what he wants without even knowing?

Distantly I hear Felix begging me to listen to him, trying his best to calm me down. He sounds so concerned. Does that mean I'm right? I'm dying?

I blink my eyes and catch a glimpse of Minho rushing from the other side of the room to take Felix's place.