The Purge || Min Yoongi

Stitches

1:04 am
Walking around with only the flashlight of his phone wasn't at its ease. It was hard to see since the light was so limited and low. Although, Yoongi could distinct the mess in the hallways: papers everywhere, some lockers opened, even some were damaged like if someone got thrown in it and without forgetting the most apparent, blood splattered everywhere. "What the hell happened here...I don't even want to know it" Yoongi murmured to himself.

Way in the front, Hana shouted, causing Yoongi to jump and drop his phone, "Yoongi! I found the infirmary! Get your ass over here!"

As Yoongi bent over to pick up his phone, he heard footsteps echoing in the corridor. He straightened up quickly and pointed his flashlight towards the opposite direction he was going: nothing. He swung on his heels, pointing the light in front of him. There was no one in the corridor besides him.

Yoongi sighed. He walked up to an intersection and turned right to join the girl. "There you are!" She was waving her phone's flashlight in his face. Yoongi didn't hesitated to lower her hand, "please, my eyes." "Sorry" Hana apologized softly.

The girl opened the door that squeaked, causing the sound to resonate to the end of the dark and long corridor. She gasped when she entered the room. Yoongi hurried to get inside and protect his friend from any danger.

In front of their young eyes, a woman in a white dress was dangling from a rope around her neck, attached to somehow the ceiling.

Yoongi noticed, as he got closer, that the woman, which was probably the school's nurse, had a lot of bruises and cuts all over her body and that pieces of hair were missing. "She got in a fight" the boy observed carefully.

"Come here" Hana called his attention and tapped on a desk. Yoongi obeyed and sat on the edge of the furniture. She pulled on the collet of his shirt to see the wound, but couldn't reach it.

"Can you...take off your shirt..?" Hana asked. If they weren't dived in the darkness, Yoongi would surly be able to see how much the young girl was blushing.

"Woah! In such a creepy place! I didn't know you were into these kind of shits" Yoongi mocked her, wiggling his eyebrows as she was smirking.

Hana hit his thigh.

Yoongi did what she asked and groaned as the pain was still very present. Then, Hana pulled out some scissors, alcohol, twine and a needle. "WOAh! You ain't touching me with these" Yoongi told her, pointing at the material.

"You'll be in a better condition than you are now! Now stop being a baby and let me fix your wound." With that said, Yoongi took off his shirt while letting out some painful groans.

1:35 am
Hana did her best and finally finished the stitches on Yoongi's upper chest. "That should do until 7 am. Then, we'll get you to the hospital" Hana smiled softly towards her friend.

Yoongi observed her work with attention. "Thank you" he said.

"Oh! Here. I think you should have this back" Hana continued as she tendered his gun. He took it was like a child getting a present. His agitation hurt his wound.

"...Where did you learn how to sew?" he asked Hana as he touched the patch, leaning his gaze back on her.

Hana looked down after hearing his question. Her smile was gone too. "M...my mother taught me..."

Yoongi watched a tear slide down Hana's cheek. "Hana...I'm sorry-" "It's ok..." she interrupted him. "It's ok."

The boy looked at the girl for a moment. Her gaze was lost and he knew that she was lying. Hana wasn't fine.

Suddenly, the sound of a small broken glass echoed in the corridors. It was faded since it came from farther than the infirmary's location.

"We need to go" Yoongi and Hana said at the same time.

Yoongi put back on his shirt covered in blood, they both packed their stuff and left the room in silence.

Along the walls, the two friends were wandering in a corridor for an exit. They were not using the flashlight on their phone to avoid to be spotted.

1:51 am
They turned a corner and arrived in a long and familiar corridor.

"This is where we got in" Hana whispered before Yoongi hushed her.

They tip toed over the debris and stains of blood until Hana stopped walking brutally. Yoongi, that was following her closely and was paying attention to the floor, bumped in her back.

"Ahh what" he grunted in a low voice. Hana slowly lifted up her arm and pointed in front of them.

Farther in the dark corridor, a woman was standing in the light caused by the broken window.

She seemed wet, possibly sweat, scared and her arms were covered in blood.

Hana squinted her eyes and understood that the woman cut herself with the broken glass.

"P-p-p-please don't hurt m-m-m-me" the mysterious woman stuttered when she saw them in the distance.

"We're not going to hurt you, don't worry! Hey, I can stitch your arms if you want" Hana said softly.

The woman's lips progressively curved up into a small smile and she nodded. She did one step before she stopped moving as her facial expression immediately changed.

"Come! We can help you" Hana insisted before Yoongi leaned his hand on her shoulder. They both looked carefully at the woman's face.

A dark line slowly got formed around her neck and started to drool. Then, the woman's head slid off her body to splat on the floor.

Behind her was standing a tall guy, disguised in the darkness. He was holding a bloody machete. It was one of the two basketball players that were outside.

The headless body of the woman collapsed on the ground. Hana gasped. The man took the head, looked at it and smiled. His teeth were so disgusting. He then threw the head over the two friends.

Hana automatically stepped back in a hurry and disgust, causing Yoongi to do so. The girl then changed place and hid behind Yoongi.

"He wants to play basket huh?" Yoongi shouted at the man, who smiled even creepier. This can't even bounce! It's not a ball, it's a freaking hEaD!!" Yoongi sounded tough at first, but when he looked down at the head, he realized it was a...head.

They both ran away in the opposite direction as the tall man followed them. But he wasn't running, he was casually walking, like he knew they had no chance to get out of there alive.