sky's POV
I woke up on the cold frosty crunchy ground of a dark forest. It was frightening. I saw blood pooling around my body, but it wasn't coming from me. I saw Yoongi sitting against a tree and Jungkook looking up at the bleak cloudy sky, both looking unhappy. I made my way over to Yoongi and he looked up in to my eyes in pure terror and let out a disheartened whine, and slowly stood up and put me in his embrace. His back still felt wet from the bloody wound from when he was murdered. His empty eyes searched mine and he kissed me again, invisible tears that would normally have clouded our vision, seemed to appear.
"It can't be you. It can't be real." He whimpered.
Jungkook looked over to us and ran when he caught a glimpse of my long brown hair. He too held me in his embrace and searched my eyes. He looked at Yoongi and they both looked back at me.
"You don't belong here yet. Keep fighting." Jung kook whispered.
"Keep fighting." Young kissed me again.
I was confused. Fight for what?
The kiss faded and everything went white. It seemed as though I was stuck in a white room with infinite walls in every direction, a painting on the floor about a foot away from where I stood. I picked up the painting and looked at it. It was a large feathery bird, mainly grey but hints of colour weaved through the majestic feathers. In fact, It looked wonderfully drawn and painted. I sat down and closed my eyes. Keep fighting. Keep fighting.
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jimin's POV
It was half past noon, and she still wasn't awake yet. Sky, could be dead, could be alive. I stayed with her. I was supposed to protect her, and she took the fall. My beautiful Skyler took the blame for everyone. Namjoon sat beside me with J-hope and Taehyung was on my other side constantly asking the nurse for her vitals. It wasn't some ordinary hospital, it was quite run down. We didn't have the money and neither did she. Jin walked into the room and instantly put his hands over his face. I wouldn't blame him. As soon as I saw her in the room I began to cry. Her face looked bruised, her body so pale and fragile, and the large wound on her stomach. The breathing tube forced down her throat, needles of blood and other vitals running through her veins. Her lips cold and purple. It didn't look like her. She didn't look like Sky. Her usually deep blue eyes were shut tight and her usually pink cheeks and lips were unkissable. I saw the love bite I had given her the night before on her neck. It was small, but I could still find it easily, and I smiled about that. If she had gone to wherever the dead go, hopefully she found Yoongi and Jungkook. I saw J-hope gag and throw up on the floor. He was looking ill as soon as he got to the room and Namjoon decided to escort him to the bathroom. I sat there numb now, feeling utterly alone. I watched her, as the air being pushed into her made her chest rise and fall. Taehyung looked at me through puffy eyes and said something I chose not to hear. I could barely see him either. The next thing I remember is Taehyung and Jin pulling me up and off of the ground. That's when my attention went back to Taehyung.
"Aish. Jiminie are you okay? You started screaming and crying. What's wrong?" Tae looked worried.
I've never seen him look at me like that. He sensed something wrong with me. And I could tell her was afraid too.
I wiped my eyes and dusted off my sweat pants and left the room. I started running down the halls. I couldn't help it anymore, I couldn't stop the tears. I ran out of the hospital to a creek on the left side. My breathing was irregular and I started to throw up a lot and cry and I kicked and screamed, and when everything went silent again. I layed down and looked at the sky, praying that my precious girl will keep fighting and stay alive.
Before I knew it Taehyung was by my side in the dark looking up at the starry sky. Urgency flooded over me.
"Taehyung what happened—" My voice hurt from all the screaming.
"Jin and Namjoon are with her. J-hope is coming out in a minute." he whispered pushing my hair back.
Tae smirked a bit, trying to prove that he was fine, but then we heard J-Hope scream. Someone was holding him against the building, throwing punches all over his body. I ran up and knocked the guy out and kept punching him, punching him, punching him until Tae pulled me off and I realized I knocked him unconscious. Everything was a blur. I ran. Ran to the nearest liquor store and bought a bottle of vodka. I took it with me and walked back to the creek. Tae and J-Hope weren't there anymore so I decided to sit and drink the pain-be-gone adult juice. Everything was a blur. I remember someone who felt like Tae take my almost empty bottle from my hands and I let his arms wrap tightly around me. He let out a soft sob, but I dare ask why. I was too tired, too drunk, to upset to wonder. I heard an unsurprised laugh, probably Namjoon, when I felt Tae throw him the bottle.
"Aish, let me drink." Tae mumbled angrily, grabbing the bottle and finishing it, still holding onto my shaking and now weak looking body. Jin ran out of the hospital.
"Hurry."
