Heart of the Cure

Chapter Twenty Two: Deeds

They drove for almost thirty minutes, the others would sometimes look up at Jungkook, wondering if he was okay since he hadn't moved since they left. Angela ended up stopping and parking in an abandoned house. Hoseok and Namjoon both carefully carried Yoongi inside, Angela carried the first aid kit. Taehyung stood in the van, waiting for Jungkook to react. "Jungkookie. . . we have to get out. Come on, let's go." Taehyung said as he got out of the van and walked over to Jungkook's side of the van.

"Jungkookie. . . please" Jungkook looked up at Taehyung before slowly getting off of the van. Taehyung felt his bottom lip tremble at Jungkook's state. He had an emotionless face. He was moving as if he had lost the will to do anything. His eyes were shiny with tears that somehow couldn't pour out. Taehyung led him inside the house, making him walk towards a room.

He made Jungkook sit on the bed. Taehyung tried to make him talk by asking if he was okay or if he was tired or hungry but Jungkook didn't respond. Jungkook was looking at his lap, lost in his own head. Taehyung took a shaky exhale and told Jungkook to lay down for a bit. He helped him take off his shoes. "I'm gonna go check in with the others. . . I'll be back." Taehyung said before leaving.

Taehyung walked around the house and followed where he heard people moving around. He peaked in and saw Hoseok, Namjoon, and Angela working around Yoongi. His shirt was ripped open, blood was everywhere. The supplies they found in the mall laid on the bedside table. Yoongi would hiss and yell whenever someone touched him on his wound. "Almost done" Namjoon kept repeating over and over again.

After a while, they were successful on taking the bullet out. Once Namjoon moved away, Angela moved in and began to sow Yoongi with a thread and needle "This is gonna hurt. Hoseok, hold him down." Hoseok nodded and did as told. Yoongi screamed when the needle went through his skin. Taehyung gasped when he saw Yoongi in pain. His gasp caught Namjoon's attention. He walked over to him and pushed him out of the room, closing the door behind him when he also stepped out.

"How's Jungkook?" Namjoon asked, cleaning his blood stained hands on his shirt. "He. . . he's not reacting. I keep talking to him but he's not talking back. It's like he doesn't hear me." Taehyung replied sadly. "He's in a state of shock. Jimin. . . his brother of almost eight years died, he'll need some time to recover. The most you could do is. . . be there for him.

And try not to leave him alone for too long." Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking back to Jungkook. Jungkook was the same position as he left him, laying down on the bed, staring at the other wall. Taehyung sighed and laid down next to him. He hugged him tightly, bringing Jungkook's back to his chest. "I'm sorry Jungkookie. . . I'm so sorry." Taehyung whispered. He sniffled as he hugged Jungkook tighter. "I wish I can take this pain away from you."