How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

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Chapter Eleven

*Jungkook's POV*

I can't believe she ate all that. I mean, it looked as if she had been starved, but wow. It was effortless for her. Once we had held up our end of the bargin (which she couldn't stop laughing at) hyung convinced her to sleep. She looked like she needed it too. 

When we found her, she was badly beaten up, I mean, she still was. Blood and dirt covered her, but now, she looked her age. I couldn't believe she was almost 4 months younger me; the amount of pain she looks to have been through, I wouldn't have been able to hold out. But looking at her, she looks peaceful now. 

When she spoke to hyung earlier, I felt jealous, because I can't communicate with her. I don't know what that feeling was. But when I tried talking to ehr, she seemed funny, once hyung had translated. Her accent too... When she tried to speak korean, I felt happy. Like she cared. 

She kept wondering why we cared, why we helped her. Who wouldn't? A teenage girl stranded bleeding to death? I can't believe no one helped her before us. They were probably scared of her. I couldn't be scared of her, though. When I saw her on the banking, I felt like I needed to help. She looked half dead anyway. If she tried anything, I could easily run away, but she didn't.

Once she was sleeping, I laid back down on the couch. 

"We will have a meeting about her tomorrow, once the police officer has been." Hyung said, "We need to see if she has any family, and what is going to happen to her."

"What if she doesn't have any family?" I asked. 

"I don't know, what do you think?" 

"I don't know either. She could stay with us, but we know nothing about her..." I trailed. 

"She could, but what would the fans think?" 

"I think if they knew what had happened to her, they would be understanding," I hoped. 

"Maybe," he dozed off. It was 3am, and we had a week off. I don't know much about you Lizzie, but thank you for this week. I need it. We all need it. I plugged my headphones in as I drifted off back to sleep.

*The next morning*

*Lizzie's POV*

I woke up the next morning, aching. The damn machines beeping woke me up, telling me my IV line was tangled. I hate hospitals. The clock said 8:40am. Ugh. Namjoon and Jungkook were still asleep, so I just decided to braid my hair. And then unbraid it. Then braid it again. I kept messing around with it until a nurse came in around 9am, to hook me up. 

"How are you feeling?" She asked me, a slight accent showing through. I was just greatful they knew English. 

"My side hurts a little. But it's numb mostly." I replied. 

"Good, it shows the medication is working. We will have to keep you in for a week or so, to monitor you." She said. I nodded in reply, and she smiled. 

"Looks like they needed the rest too," she said, pointing over at the boys while she changed the bandages on my arms. They're going to leave beautiful scars, I thought bitterly. 

"Yeah, they were pretty tired. I just let them sleep. They've done so much for me already..." Too much. I don't know how I will ever repay them. 

"There will be an officer coming in around 15 minutes. You can have them in with you if you wish, if it would make you feel more comfortable." She said. It wouldn't make a difference to me, I would ask them if they ever woke up. They're probably wondering like crazy what happened.