Heal my wounds | j.k.

Part 9

My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. The hot water trickled down the cold lifeless body of the girl, who meant everything to me. I walked over to her, the heat burning my cold face as I opened the shower door. Y/n had collapsed in the shower and hit her head on the shelf causing her head to bleed. Immediately, not caring that she wasn't wearing anything, took her out holding her in my arms. I carried her to the dark blue bed, gently placing her down covering her with the thick covers. She was still breathing, so I knew she was still alive, but I still called a paramedic to come and take her to the hospital.

After we got to the hospital they told me to wait outside her room, until they finished check up on her. What seemed like hours went on for a while, until it was the afternoon. They told me they were going to do some tests on her because they found evidence of something. But, it was confidential they couldn't tell when what they were doing. Finally, after a couple more minutes they told me I could see her, but she might not wake up for a while. I cautiously stepped into the room, the smell of disinfectant filled my nose. Sitting down in the uncomfortable chair next to the hospital bed, I stared at her peaceful face. The beautiful face I haven't seen in so long.

Y/n's POV

The sound of a heartbeat woke me up, the sound of ar begin filled and decompressed inside of my lungs. Faint voices of talking could be heard, but my eyes wouldn't open. Or more like I didn't want to open them. I felt like if I opened my eyes the first thing I would see would be the sinister smile that he gave me, just the thought of it brought tears to my eyes. Soft warm hands grazed across my cheek wiping the tear that had escaped from my tear duct. After sitting there for so long, my eyes slowly started to flutter open. Bright fluorescent lights shone into my eyes, making me close my eyes continuously before I adjusted to the lights.

Looking over at the hand that was holding tightly onto mine, I recognized that it was Jungkook. His head was rested on the side of the bed, while he was sitting in the ugly chair next to me. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. My throat hurt and my eyes ached, I felt absolutely exhausted. The sounds of the machines calmed me down, as it had a steady pace. I touched the top of his warm hand with my cold one, making him jolt up in surprise. His eyes widened and he immediately stood up looking at me with teary eyes. He pulled me into a hug and whispered into my ears.

Jungkook; Never do that again, you scared the crap out of me.

Y/n: J..Jung.

I gave up feeling immense pressure in the back of my throat.

Instead, I grabbed my phone and typed what I had to say to him.

Jungkook. I need to tell you something.

Jungkook: Okay, what is it?

He seemed very confused. I swallowed nervously before typing again.

I was raped.

That's all it took for me to burst into more tears as Jungkook stood there frozen in his place. His face showed disgust and fear. Disgust, because he couldn't believe that I was raped, and he won't like it once he finds out who did it. Fear, because he was afraid of me being hurt by someone else. He just couldn't bear that you were harmed and he didn't know until it was too late.

Jungkook: What?

He sounded like he was out of breath.

Jungkook: By who?

The look in his face change in a heartbeat. One second it was fear and now it's anger and scary. I gripped his hand as I moved my thumb over it, again and again, trying to calm him down, but nothing worked.