Yoongi stirred a bit, moving his head side to side, flexing his fingers, blinking as much as he could.
'What am I laying on? Why is it so soft? Like a bunch of feathers?' Yoongi couldn't find the strength to keep his eyes open, so he continued to focus on his bodily feelings. 'I'm not wearing any pants- why am I not wearing any pants. But a shirt? A really long shirt. And my foot- I can't move my foot.'
In panic, Yoongi finally opened his eyes, doing his best to raise his head and look down at his foot. Unfortunately, it was covered with the blankets that went up to his shoulders and he had spent all of his strength on lifting his head.
"Good morning Sleepy Head."
Yoongi's head snapped to the side, bearing his teeth in warning, but relaxed immediately. "Soteria?"
Naeun smiled tiredly, spreading her hands. "In all my glory."
Naeun was sitting in a wheelchair, grippy socks on one foot, her other foot in a cast. Her hospital gown went just past her knees, her stitches and bandages on full display. Her hand was in a splint, other arm hooked up to a few IV's, the IV pole next to her. Her hair was messy, she had bags under her eyes, and a bruised cheek.
But her eyes were kind and her smile was warm.
"You look awful." Yoongi mumbled, still studying her wounds and the state she was in.
"Everyone keeps telling me that." She chuckled and gestured to him. "How are you feeling?"
"Numb and weak."
"That's expected." Naeun nodded. "But are you feeling sick? Discomfort? Pain?"
"No."
"Good." Naeun hummed, smiling sadly. "You're in a hospital room at the place I work for. We're planning on transporting you to my hospital and sanctuary in a day or so. My staff and I can take care of you and meet your needs better than here."
"I don't want anyone else helping me." Yoongi frowned a little. "I just want you."
"I understand that Yoongi. However," Naeun gestured to herself. "I am in absolutely no state to take care of you. You and I are lucky to be alive right now. Someone had to take care of me, as well. I can't walk right now." Naeun paused for a moment, letting the gears turn in Yoongi's head. "I know humanity has only been cruel to you. I know you had risked a lot when you first met me and opened up to me. But you are free from the fighting ring. All of those men who controlled you and hurt you are in jail."
"Why aren't they dead?" Yoongi frowned, shaking his head. "They murdered hundreds of hybrids through the fighting ring. They deser-"
"Because in this world, outside of the ring, the death penalty is seen as cruel." Naeun explained gently, not wanting Yoongi's anger to boil too much before she could explain. "They may deserve death, but they will be in jail for the rest of their lives. I have connections to the court and to judges and I know they will make sure those bastards pay for what they did to you and all of those innocent hybrids."
Yoongi relaxed a little in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. "I still want them dead."
"I understand." Naeun agreed, also wishing they were dead. "But the world is very big and very strange. You have a lot to learn, and me and my staff are very willing and excited to show you how amazing the world can be."
"Killing people isn't normal, right?" Yoongi asked, keeping his eyes up.
"Correct. It is a crime if you do."
"Hmm, that's... kind of reassuring." Yoongi turned his head towards Naeun. "I'm ready for a change. I don't want to be angry and a killer anymore."
"Good. I can help you with that." Naeun smiled. Yoongi has always been willing to change and willing to accept help. She managed to get through his previous mindset while he was still in the fighting ring, opening up many pathways in his healing journey. "Now, I haven't had a chance to map out your recovery road yet because I'm not supposed to look at electronics for a while-"
