How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

Hospital Beds

Chapter Ten

*Rap Monsters POV*

She been in surgery for 2 hours now.

2 long hours.

Suddenly, the doors opened, and a doctor came out.

"Who's her partner or..." He said.

"I am," I said. I mean I wasn't, but I felt responsible.

"She's stable now. She lost a hell of a lot of blood, and the bullet made a mess inside her. She needs rest, a lot of it." I nodded.

They pushed her bed out, and took her down into a room. She was passed out, her arms and shoulder bandaged, head wound cleaned. In fact, she was free from and blood or dirt she had covering her before. Bruises still covered her, but she looked younger. A lot younger.

Her clothes and guns were in a bag, being taken away. Well oviously, you can't leave guns laying around in a hospital.

"Namjoon, rest." Jin hyung said. I sat on the chair in her room, and listened to the heart monitor. It was stable now, her breathing was even.

"She's pretty hyung," V said to me.

"Yeah. We don't even know her, her name, where she came from..." I trailed. "What did the manager say?"

"He said it's fine. I mean, there will be a meeting once she has woken up, but we have a few days off." He said.

The others high fived, I just watched her.

"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over. You can come back in the morning," A nurse said.

"I'll stay," I said. I didn't want to leave her, she hadn't a clue where she was, and if she woke up... I don't even know. It won't be a nice experience for her, I guessed.

"I'll stay too," Jungkook said. That kid.

"Fine, you take the couch, I'll have the chair," I said.

They all left, saying they'll be back as soon as they're allowed.

The hospital went quiet. Peaceful... well, as peaceful as a hospital can be.

"I told you she was strong hyung," he said. "We don't know her, why are you helping her?" He asked.

"Because she needed help. God knows what she has been through, but it didn't seem like anyone else was helping her." I said.

"Yeah," he said, before falling asleep.

I took the files on the side and read her injuries.

Bullet wound, stitched. 2 cracked ribs, wrapped.

Cut on let arm, stitched. Cut on right arm, bandaged.

Burn on left shoulder, treated.

Cut on forhead, treated.

Fetus: healthy

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Fetus? As in... Fetus?

I looked at her again.

So that's what she was used for. How had that baby survived with all the damage done to her? Does she know?

The beeping suddenly stopped, making me drop the files. She had woken up already, and pulled the heart monitor from her.

Thank god.

"Bucket," she said. Handing her the bucket, she threw up.

"Allergies. Anything foreign in my body, it spits it right back out. Even anasthetic." She said.