Naeun breathed slowly, her elbow of the arm resting on her wheelchair, her hand slowly scratching the side of her head. She stared at a small cluster of triangles on the blanket in front of her, her mind wandering to the many hours ago.
Naeun twirled her finger, hair wrapping around it. She tugged gently, feeling the pull against her scalp. 'I woke up on the ground. My dress was ripped short. Did I do it? No no. I didn't rip my dress. Someone else did. God, who did? Come on, remember. Remember.' Naeun frowned a little, a huge gap in her memory from last night. She was in the hallway and then she was in the fighting ring. Something happened in between.
Naeun looked to the side as there was a gentle knock on the door. Naeun sat up as Daeho peaked his head in. "You need to leave. He'll get agitated."
"It's been hours. He'll probably wake in several more hours." Daeho walked over to her, glancing at the hybrid on the hospital bed. "Do you want to go back to your room? You've been here for a while."
"I know." Naeun looked back at Yoongi as Daeho put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them gently. "He's going to be scared if he wakes up alone."
"Do you need to go to the bathroom? Shower?" Daeho offered, massaging her shoulders as they both stared at Yoongi.
Naeun shook her head. "I want to keep my scent familiar for him. After he's settled and awake, I'll shower."
"Can I get you a coffee or a tea or some kind of drink?" Daeho asked, parting her hair and putting half on each of her shoulders before stepping to the side.
"No thank you." Naeun shook her head, pushing one half of her hair behind her shoulder, looking up at Daeho. "You should go home and get some rest though. I've been told you haven't left or slept since we got back."
"How could I?" Daeho smiled weakly. "Until I know you and Yoongi are asleep and comfortable, I can't sleep."
Naeun rolled her eyes. "You sound like an idiot when you say crap like that."
"When I care about you?" Daeho snorted, shaking his head as Naeun nodded. "Wow. Thanks."
"You should take care of yourself." Naeun protested, gesturing to him. "Look at you."
"At least I've showered." Daeho crossed his arms, giving Naeun a sassy look.
"Ha ha." Naeun said sarcastically, flipping him off. "You should leave. I feel like Yoongi might wake up soon."
"Alright." Daeho turned and left, waving over his shoulder. "Call me if you need me."
"Mhm." Naeun hummed, crossing her bad leg over her good, going back to zoning out and piecing together her memories. 'Okay. Before the fighting cage. I was in the hallway, complaining about the rats. Right, and Ali was taking forever to open the door and-'
Naeun's heart skipped a beat. 'No. No not again.' Naeun held a hand against her mouth, to test the feeling-
Naeun dropped her hand from her lap, her heart tightening and writhing in her chest. 'No no. Not again. I was drugged?? Again??' Naeun rubbed her forehead, sighing. 'God, I don't remember anything after I was drugged. Just, fear and pain.' Naeun's hand slowly fell to her stomach, placing a hand against it. 'Did... Why were the hyenas by my legs? Did someone... They must've only transported me, right? The hyenas wouldn't have... Men would have... The men... How much chloroform did I inhale? How long was I out? How much could've happened while I was out?'
Naeun's scent of emotions quickly filled the air, dread and anxiety hanging heavy in her heart and in a certain hybrid's nose.
Yoongi stirred a bit, moving his head side to side, flexing his fingers, blinking as much as he could.
