Through the Vents [Kim Taehyung F.F.]

Chapter 7

lisa's pov

maria's eyes had just opened, looking around the white room including the machines surrounding her. she could tell she was taken to the hospital. 

"amisha, maria's awake." i said. she attempted to move her head to see who spoke, but instead she winced in pain. 

i sighed, getting up from my seat to walk over to her, asking if she was okay, soon going on telling her what exactly the nurse said to amisha, that the cuts she had done on her arm were too deep causing her to lose too much blood and that she was too underweight, which wasn't helping the situation.

"Oh, I brought your flask for you." amisha smiled innocently, handing her the bottle.

she took it suspiciously, taking a large swing of it. Instantly her face scrunched up.

"Ugh, what the hell is this?!" she yelled, Amisha grinning in response.

"Salt, pepper, water, Apple juice, aspirin, and the juice of a lemon." She listed, me holding in a laugh while i sat on the bed next to her. 

"Why-"

"One, because of those fucking cuts on your arm." She started, she said changing her tone into an angry one, "and for bam."

"don't act like you don't do it too." she replied, my eyes widening. 

"See, I don't act. I just don't bring it up." She said plainly, taking both her and me by surprise. wait, what? amisha-

"Unnie, I didn't-" she started. 

"Shut it and rest. And think about bambam okay, he's fucking weeping out there. They had to bring a goddamned mop." 

"I-i should go too." i said, putting a hand on maria's shoulder, "really actually know, you're acting like you're alone here, like no one cares. Either you're blind or need glasses, or you actually want depression. To say 'oh yeh, i'm that girl.' we were all worried. Especially the one who took care of us for most of our lives and the boy you turned down for nothing. Maria, i don't like to talk like this, so mature. Because i'm not mature! I'm a goof! But truly, everyone worries. Even the guys who just properly met you."

with that, i walked out the door, tears brimming my eyes. walking out, i saw bambam there with red eyes from crying. why does maria think these things, doesn't she see? 

bambam walked into the room right after me. please help my friend, bambam. 

"i scolded. i don't, scold." i sighed, mostly to myself as i walked up to amisha. i saw amisha, suddenly remembering what i had heard in that room. 

me and amisha headed to the parking lot, after amisha telling me that bambam was going to take care of maria and we could go home. 

"u-unie." i started, holding onto amisha's sleeve and stopping her in front of the car, "d-did you really do those things? did we not notice your pain? were you like this before the tim- t.m.x too?! what else have you lied, hid?! did you not trust us?! trust me?!"

my sorrowful whispers soon turned into angry yells, tugging at my sleeve at every emotional shout.

"get in the car." she said simply, ignoring what i had said, helping my limp frame into the passenger seat before making her way to the driver's side.

the door was locked when she tried to open it, me looking at her with arms crossed and a triumph look on my face.

shaking her head, she used her car keys, easily opening the door and easily wiping the smug look on my face away. aw man. 

"why won't you tell me!" i shouted as soon as the door slammed shut.

"well one, we were in public." she started slowly, my face softening, "and i don't talk about emotional things."

"amisha! i - we can't help you if you don't talk!" i whined, my grip on her sleeve readjusting itself and tightening.

"lisa. i never asked for help. nor do i want or need it." she said calmly, her other hand rubbing soothingly on my back as tears fell. 

"i don't want the same thing that happened to ma-"

"lisa, i'm not maria. i'm fine. all that matters is that she gets better." she told me, the tears gently escaping as i nodded.

"amisha it's just- don't leave us." i said, a sob escaping my lips, "i've already lost my family in that car accident, i can't liv- i just, you two are all i have left. please, don't go." it was true, they were all that i had left. i honestly don't know what would happen in my life if they had suddenly left. 

"you two live in my house, how the hell can i go?" she laughed, trying to lift my mood, which helped a bit. i let out a small chuckle, wiping the remaining tears with my sleeve.

"well if you piss us off we can just lock you outside"

"i have a key! the master key at that!"

i shrugged sheepishly.

"so, are you and suga a thing?" i questioned, poking her.

"so, are you and tae a thing?" she mocked, me pouting in response. well played samaroo, well played.