Cruel World

Recovery

Y/N's pov-

I slowly open my eyes to reveal a white ceiling. I look around in confusion, why wasn't I in my cell? oh, that's right, I was saved last night. I smile and sit up. I wince in pain and grip my side. I lift my shirt to look at my bloody bandages.

"Oh god," I look over to see Jimin standing in the doorway. I quickly pull my shirt down. "Hey, it's fine. Let me see it."

"But- but I'm not suppose to get better," I say, remembering the beatings for 'showing weakness' as they said.

"That's awful!" Jimin says, "Wherever did you get an idea like that?"

"The master always says that pain is weakness and he said weakness is bad. He said that if I wanted to be a good girl, I can't be weak," I told him.

Jimin looks at me with complete shock, "No, that's not how it's suppose to work. In the real world, it's okay to ask for help; it actually shows that you're strong." I stare at him in confusion. "Let me see it, please?"

Hesitantly, I lift my shirt so that he can look at the wound.

"I'm going to touch it, okay?" he says to me. I nod. He lightly feathers the outside of the bandages; I wince in pain. "It seems really bad. C'mon, lets go see the others, we can figure this out together." He gingerly picks me up and carries me to the common room.

The other boys are there, minding their own business. When we walk in, Seokjin and Namjoon look up at us.

"Hey, you're wake," Namjoon says. I politely nod at him as the others turn to notice us.

"I think you need to see something," Jimin places me down on the couch next to them.

"What is it, ChimChim?" Jungkook asks.

"I'm going to show them, okay?" Jimin says, placing a few fingers on the hem of my shirt. "We can help."

"But?" I protest meekly, looking up at everyone.

"This is being strong, not weak, remember?" Jimin responds. I nod, giving Jimin permission to show the other boys. He calmly lifts it up to reveal the bloodstained cloth. They gasp.

"How did this happen?" Hoseok asks.

I look around before answering, "I don't remember. I lost track of how and when they would hurt me."

"Should we take her to the hospital?" Yoongi asks to no one in particular.

"No!" I yell, shoving down my clothes and retreating as far into the couch cushions as possible. "I can't. They'll find me. They'll find me. They're looking for me. They'll find me."

Taehyung quickly sits down next to me, "shh, it's okay. We won't let them get to you again."

"Taehyung's right. If you say no hospital, then no hospital." Seokjin rests his hand on my head.

Namjoon turns to Yoongi, "You heard them, no hospital."

Yoongi stands up, "I'll get the first aid kit then. We need to patch that up."

When Yoongi comes back, he pulls off the bandages, carefully. "Shit, this looks pretty bad." The others look over his shoulder to see the large, bloody, swollen, angry gash that decorated my stomach.

"We need to clean that. It seems to deep and dirty for regular disinfectant," Yoongi says, his hand hovering over the cut.

"We'll go get a bath ready," Hoseok says, walking towards the bathroom, Jungkook following close behind.

Jimin ran his fingers through my hair, "We'll get you patched up and good to go in no time."

Jungkook walks back into the room, "Bath's almost ready."

Yoongi helps me up and into the washroom.

Hoseok sat on the edge of the tub. Taehyung and Jimin hop up onto the counter and Jungkook walks over to test the temperature of the water. Seokjin and Namjoon supervise from the doorway as Yoongi goes to help me out of my clothes.

I take a shaky step back, "Please, don't touch me. I don't want to do that again."

Namjoon take a step into the room, "What do mean?"

I don't say anything, instead I shield my breasts and pelvic area.

Realization hits bts like a ton of bricks. "No," Hoseok rises from the side of the tub, "we would never do such a disgusting and inhuman thing as that. Please, believe me, you can trust us."

I look into their eyes to see the sincerity behind them. "O-okay," I say, giving them permission to continue. Hoseok and Yoongi cautiously start to strip me of my clothing but stop when they see all the scars of badly healed wounds that line my torso. The two men regain their composure and finish unclothing me, which revealed more scars along my legs and arms. They gingerly place me into the tub of soothing liquid.

Hoseok pours water onto my shoulders with a water bowl and I relax into the warm liquid. I rest my head against Jungkook's thigh as he was sitting right next to me against the tub. I give into the cleansing touches from Hoseok and kind caresses from Jungkook.

"Can we ask you a few questions now?" Namjoon asks.