The Cop From Busan || •PJM• ✔️

12.

☂ Chapter 12 ☂

Was she dead?

Y/n didn't understand what she was feeling. Her lower body was void of sensation, and her head ached worse than it ever had before. Her eyes felt droopy and heavy. Her hands were trembling. There was sweat attached to her forehead that refused to move. It stuck there, and the longer it did, the more it felt like slime due to its gooey texture.

What awaited her was a dim light in a hospital room. She could tell she had been out for a decent period of time, otherwise the lights would be much brighter, and the windows wouldn't be covered. They didn't want to overstimulate her senses, was her guess. Seeing as her head felt as though it had been rammed through twelve and a half brick walls, she was thankful they kept her room dark.

She slithered her tongue out to moisten her chapped lips, and she felt each crack and dip in her flesh. Her first thought was to do a damage report, but she didn't have enough feeling in her body to uncover where she had been injured. She scanned her memory for what had occurred. What she discovered was the ship. Being shot was at the forefront of her mind. Actually, she had been shot multiple times, but the bulletproof vest protected her from most of it; however, bulletproof vests weren't foolproof. Getting shot while wearing one meant you would have deep bruising and, in some scenarios, broken bones.

"Y/n?" a male voice said from beside her.

Her eyes flickered to her bedside, and she spotted Officer Park there. Except he wasn't in uniform. He was wearing a white sweater that made him appear angelic. The light color softened his skin and hair. His blonde locks were long and falling in his face. Several stray pieces were tickling his cheeks and covering his hickory eyes. However, her gaze stuck to the sling that held his injured arm against his body. It was navy blue with two white strings. There was a single dinosaur sticker on it, and it was making a rawr pose.

"Oh, that," Jimin said when he noticed her stare. "Hoseok has a sticker collection. He gave it to me."

Y/n accepted the answer and attempted to relax. Pain meds were in her system. They caused her eyes to feel bulky, and they twitched here and there. She tightened her grip on the arm rests on either side of her bed, and-

Wait.

She shot up and didn't care about the dull ache that hit her core. Jimin approached and held her shoulders to coax her back down, but she couldn't move. She couldn't do anything other than stare at her hands. Her hideous, repulsive hands. The gloves she used to cover them were gone and replaced by marred flesh that had been stapled and stitched together. Her nails were chipped and bent, her knuckles were coated in dry pus, and her wrists were swollen and had matching scars.

Breaths became heaves that forced the overwhelming sense of fear into her lungs. Her tongue swelled with her wrists, and her eyes shook as they glared at what remained of her hands. Her parents' words came back to her and floated around her mind.

Useless.

Disgusting.

A waste of life.

"Don't," she muttered in a voice that cracked and broke the second it left her lips. "D-Don't look at them. Please don't look at them."

He followed her gaze, and as soon as he spotted what she was looking at, he snapped his eyes back up and shushed her. He pushed her hair behind her ears and guided her to hit the pillows. He ended up tucking her in and taking her arms. When she flinched, he murmured an it's okay that convinced her, just for a second, that it was.