"S-Sana.", a voice cooed the second she opened her door, her eyes quickly moved to look at the boy hunched in a ball clutching his head with both hands.
"What's wrong?", she asked, still convinced she was now catering to a figment of her own imagination.
"Sana, my head! It feels like it's prying itself open, please help me!", he sobbed out, Sana hurriedly embracing the terrified boy and hugging him tightly in her grip.
"Yoongi I can't do anything! You're scaring me!", she said, gripping onto him tighter; gently rubbing his hands with her hands. He wasn't calm, far from it, she needed him to relax.
"Th-they're gonna get me!", she heard him whisper, she rubbed his ear gently; not even going to question him.
"Jimin is a mess without you, he's hardly hanging on.", she said, maybe he'd start breathing normally again at the mention of his friends name.
Yoongi still was freaking out, smacking his head making Sana hold his hands downwards. "Listen to me, I don't know if you're a figment of my imagination or somehow not actually dead. Which is why I'm going to tell you this now while you're here.", Sana said brushy a sweaty strand of hair out of Yoongis face.
"Everyone's a mess without you.", she began. "Please come back."
