I Work for a Jerk

Don't ever leave me

I wasn't at work to work. I left the house as quickly as I could after I figured out Jungkook left without me. I stopped by here to take money from the drawer that Jungkook think's I know nothing about and use it to fly down to Nevada. This little bitch thinks that he can leave without me, so i'll just take his money. Not that he'll notice but... it's the thought that counts.

I was halfway out of his office when Mr. Patillo rushed out of his room holding his phone, his face red and his breathing heavy even though he didn't run very far.

"Drew thank god you're here." He ran straight up to me as all eyes were on the two of us. "Jungkook is-"

"He's in Nevada, I know." I waved it off, my voice salty as I rolled my eyes. "I'm about to drag his ass back here." I muttered, zipping my jacket off.

"No." Mr. Pitillo shook his head violently. "He's already on his way back from Nevada, but he is going to be taken straight to the hospital."

My eyes widened as I felt my stomach drop. "Hospital?" I barely whispered.

"That's all I know. He will land in about a half an hour, but I was going to go to the hospital to meet him there. Can you stay here and keep-"

"Can I go?" I blurted out. "Let me go, please?"

Mr. Pitillo let out a short breath before nodding curtly. I snatched my bag and almost ran to the elevator.

"Call me when he get's there." Mr. Pitillo called after me.

I waved it off, too focused on getting to the hospital to say anything. He was going straight to the hospital, which meant he was hurt pretty badly, but it couldn't be fatal, or else they wouldn't risk flying him all the way back to New York.

After about seven minutes in the car I decided to call Jungkook's phone. It was possible that he didn't even have it, but if he did and it went off, hopefully someone that was with him would answer it. I tapped my fingers on the wheel impatiently as a man's voice picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" He was speaking kind of loud. "Is this the guardian of Mr. Jeon?"

"More or less." I shrugged slightly. "How far away are you from New York?"

"As of right now, fifteen minutes." The man replayed.

"What is his condition exactly?"

There was a brief silence. "He's lost a lot of blood. He was shot twice, one of the bullets just grazed his hip, but the other went through his right shoulder. I wish I could have gotten a hold of you sooner, we wanted to keep him in Nevada but he insisted on flying back to New York. We couldn't do anything because we couldn't contact anyone for a while."

I shut my eyes as I hung my head slightly. "That idiot." I muttered. "Have you stabilized him yet?"

"That's a little hard to do on a plane."

I clenched my jaw in irritation at his slightly sarcastic tone. "I will be waiting for you at New York City hospital." I barked. "If he is not breathing when you get there, you funeral will be soon after."

I hung up, throwing my phone into the driver's seat, breathing heavily as I didn't even think to call my sister.

I reached the hospital and didn't even bother checking my parking. I ran into the front door and to the lady at the front desk, who sat up immediately when she saw me.

"Has a man named Jeon Jungkook been checked in at all?" I desperately asked.

"No, not yet." The women said with a pained look. "Although we are expecting him. He should be arriving with the rescue team any minute now. Are you family?"