56 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓇 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉

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"Do you feel any pain?"

He sat up, squinting his eyes open. "It stings a little."

He brushed his fingers across the stitches, wrapping his leg afterwards. The nurse came forward, handing him a numbing cream.

"Use this when you have to." She smiled, walking back to her cart. I waited till she left the room, and sat beside Jimin.

"You ready to walk?"

He nodded, gripping onto the bed rails. I traced the veins lining his arm as he lifted himself off the bed. He's the strongest person I know, inside and outside. The focused look on his face turned into a slight smile.

"It doesn't hurt as much." He whispered. I brought his hand up to my lips, kissing the soft skin. He narrowed his eyes and walked towards the door.

"What's wrong?"

He twisted the door knob to see paramedics and workers running towards the end of the hall. He turned to me, grabbing my hand. Siren's were blazing. The noise of glass, the shouting of people, and the rushing of men all took place at once.

"Evacuate immediately." The speaker repeated over and over again.

Smoke and fire rushed out of the broken window. Thousands of pieces of glass showered down. A huge chunk had been taken out of the side and the roof of the facility. Ive seen the size of the grenade. It was hard to believe it had done so much damage.

"Jimin Sir." One of the guards spotted him in the hall. "We need to get you to safety."

He stepped forward. "What the hell happened?"

"An attack from the outside Sir."

My eyes widened. "Jimin, the medicine for Ceres."

"That son of a bitch." He watched as the men with hoses ran towards to end of the hall, taking a sharp turn. "Let me see the damage."

"It's quite dangerous Sir. I'm afraid I can't let you through."

"How many..."

"Hundreds, so far." The guard let his head down, leading us outside. Yoongi spotted us and walked over. He pulled Jimin into a hug, letting go after a couple seconds.

"I'm glad your okay."

Jimin narrowed his eyes, still focused on the damage. "Why the hell would he do that."

Yoongi tilted his head. "Who?"

He ignored his question and picked up a flamed paper on the ground. He blew lightly, putting out the flame.


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