Wikigirl 2 //PJM

Chapter 77

Your breaths were sharp and uneven as you finally managed to rush down and outside, throwing yourself by Jimin's side. With trembling hands and teary eyes, you checked if he was hurt anywhere, by moving his head and other important areas of his body. Thankfully, his seemingly stable breathing made you exhale a deep breath of relief, even though tears were escaping from your eyes already. 

His face looked so fragile, and motionless yet still carried a deep sense of sadness that knitted further on your already messed up emotions, fueling more your guilt over what you had done to him.

Jin's wheelchair along with Mila's steps reached your ears soon after as she had done her best too to bring Jin out after seeing you running, for they had been hiding together on the first floor, waiting for the plan to go well.

"Is he okay?" Jin tried to stand from his chair and walk closer to him, his face full of worry, but Mila quickly shoved him back down on his seat even though she had agreed to get him out of the house and bring him to this villa. That didn't mean that he was in any condition to be going around and straining his body physically for he was a patient after all and she was in charge of him no matter what crazy issues they seemed to be involving her in.

"I hope you ain't making me an accomplice to murder, cause you definitely can't afford the payment to something as such," Mila uttered once she retrieved her hands from Jin's shoulders even though she knew that this was some kind of acting exercise that supposedly Jimin had once asked for. She proceeded to let him there and ignore his harsh gaze on her, for as a nurse that she was, she had to check on the human that seemed unconscious, before her eyes.

She approached Jimin's body and took his wrist in her hands, checking his blood pressure along with the sound of his breathing, then she turned to look at you, who was still focused only on him, as you wiped your tears away.

"He is fine. But I would suggest that we hurry up and take him inside. It would be hard to explain if anyone was to see all this" Her words were a push for you to collect yourself and you did so after taking in a deep breath and proceeded to help her carry him as she had already grabbed Jimin's right arm and had placed it over her shoulder.

You both managed to lift him with a bit of difficulty because the inflating ground was still under your feet and it was making your balance more wobbly but despite that difficulty, you both managed to step back on the concrete without dropping him or falling along with his weight.

Steadily you carried him to the living room where you and Mila settled his body safely on the couch as Jin followed behind, pushing the wheels of his chair, eagerly.

"What do we do now? Do we just wait?" You turned to look towards Jin and he looked at Mila as if he wasn't comfortable speaking with her present but he replied without betraying the real reason of all this.

" He will wake up on his own. We should just wait."

"I don't think that's a good idea. He fainted. We should bring some alcohol and make sure he returns to his senses as soon as possible." Mila argued as she was fixing Jimin's legs on the couch to be a bit higher than the rest of his body. "Is there any first aid kit around here?"

You looked at Jin as she questioned as you had no idea about that and he took it upon himself to reply. "Go check upstairs. In the bathroom, or the grand room. Maybe it could be even on his office desk." Mila acted swiftly upon his instructions and rushed away, leaving you and Jin alone as he rolled closer to Jimin's body.

"It's okay. He had a moment of shock and his body got strained a lot today. Usually, the switch is instant, so P3 must have awoken already at the moment he was falling, he must have taken over. But his body shut off because of the physical exhaustion he had gone through. Don't worry too much." He told you as his hand was caressing Jimin's hair, looking at him with pitiful eyes.