I ran with all my might. With all my legs could give. The rhythm of my feet controlling the racing wind above and beneath me. My mind only focusing on running far far away.
It felt like I'd been running for hours. The sunrise was already beginning to set to day. The trees seem to be endless and so did the pain in my legs.
Although I still had the courage to run, the appearing trail which seemed to leads up to a garden of some sort, had caught my eye immediately. The big comparison of how the grass was greener on the other side and the exotic, bold flowers that you could spot from a mile away made my eyes flutter and so did the odd shaped tree I had seemed to be lured towards.
But as I started to come closer, the uniqueness of the tree began to slowly define a pair of broad shoulders following a set of arms beside what it seems the overall body of the figure.
All of this I had oddly knew, those shoulders I has definitely seen before..
My heart had skipped a beat as I approached the lifeless body infront of me. I was now faced with Jungkook again, its like our paths always seem to meet. And again, why..??
His hair was ruffled, his eyes were closed peacefully, there was a few faint scars on his face as my eyes traveled to his lips. I traveled more down his body peaking the torn holes in his shirt and my eyes instantly narrowed seeing a miniature puddle of blood at the pit of his stomach near his waist.
My first instinct was to help him as soon as possible..before its too late. I reached my hand toward is nape searching for a pulse and once I found one a huge weight had come off my shoulders. I grabbed my bag from behind me unzipping it and began scrambling through my bag looking for the bottle of alcohol and bandages I had remembered packing before I had left.
I was no where experienced with wounds this severe but it's no harm in trying, I hope. Using one of the bandages, I spurted a bit of alcohol on delicately and adverted my gaze toward his lifeless body then to his rising chest that fell slowly not a second later. His skin was abnormally pale as the sweat streams down his exposed body that was thoroughly recognizable.
As I tried as hard as I could to not stare at his features, the moment I was about to lift his shirt to access the wound for treatment, a firm and muscular hand had grabbed my wrist.
I looked down at Jungkook directly as he looked back up at me. His eyelids were heavy making his eyes barely appearable. We stayed like this for awhile. Our eye contact in tact. My hand still at the hem of his shirt. The other wrapped around his delicate fingers.
I blinked my eyes awkwardly looking away. " I have to treat your.... before it um..", I started to clear my throat looking back at him and then at the hand which slowly began ungrasping my wrist. His hand then began pulling back his shirt revealing the deep slit not so big but not so small neither.
There were wood chippings and shredding of wood stuck in the flesh of the slit giving me a clue of him probably getting struck by sharp slab of wood that he had pulled out which left the painful splinters behind.
I began picking them out hearing his deep breathes as I restrained not to look anywhere else but his injury.
It was dreadfully quiet to where my body started to tense up and my anticipation started to rise in need wanting to know what he was thinking at the moment.
Surprised he wasn't telling me how much of a peasant I was and to not touch him.... or the fact of why am I even here in the first place..
"So how did you get hurt?" I said as my words slowly fell to almost a whisper as I hear him grumble in annoyance. After the fact, it was still deadly silent and his actions from earlier began to make me furious each second.
I was finally done taking the pieces of wood out of his flesh and I smiled reassuringly as I took out my deadly weapon, the bandage soaked with rubbing alcohol.
Without a warning, I pressed the finely printed peice of cotton on the pulsating, bloody opened slit. He hissed in pain following with a low groan which had me off guard. My thoughts immediately went south as his chest rose higher and when breathing escorting with fast breathes.
I left the cloth on for a little while and once I had took it off it was soused in blood. Then I took my jacket off in attempt to wrapping it so no more blood can escape any further. That's all I could do for now but sooner or later he's going to need stitches.
"Sit up," I ordered holding up my jacket to signify I was going to wrap it. I was low-key shocked when he did what was told but I somewhat suspected him to do something disrespectful as in snatching MY sweater from me after he had sat up.
I rolled my eyes as I seen him taking his shirt off at the side of my eye and tying it tightly a little over around his waist.
Without looking, I threw him a bag of trail mix. I stood up dusting off the dirt on my pants and began walking.
"I'll be back"
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