Lost • Taekook •

17

7 days adrift

"hold still," i say to taehyung as i carefully lift his shirt. "i need to change your bandages."

taehyung nods and i suck in a breath, bracing myself for what i'm about to see.

i unwrap the bandages slowly and wince when i see what's underneath. the gash is now sweltering and framed by a large purple bruise. i study the wound and curse myself for not realizing it before. broken ribs.

tears prick my eyes. i take a shaky breath and gently clean the wound once again. taehyung sucks in a breath and grips my hand weakly for support. once i wrap the new bandages around his abdomen, he's fast asleep. 

i sigh and lean my head against the ledge where he's lying, scanning the floor of the yacht, scattered with various opened cans of sardines and half empty bottles of water. we're running out of food and it's getting harder to ration it out as we grow hungrier.

taehyung hasn't moved in days. not that he's able to anyway. meanwhile, i spend each day mapping out our coordinates, determining that the fastest way we'll reach land is if we turn back north. back to hawaii. 

it's the only way we'll survive.

i close my eyes, intertwining my finger's with taehyung's for comfort.

i'm so sick of this.

i just want to go home.