District 9

Chapter Six

I peel my eyes open to be blinded by the surprisingly bright light. I suddenly feel a stabbing pain in my shoulder. I move my head and notice I also have a headache.

"Fucking hell," I mumble. I go to rub my eyes with my right arm, but pain shouts through my shoulder full blast. "Mother fucker," I say, while lowering my shoulder.

"Scar," I hear a voice say. A few seconds later, a figure is in my sightline.

It takes me a second to process who it is. "Hobi?" I mutter in a questioning tone.

"Yep, it's me," he says. His black hair, right now, is fluffy and is falling right above his dark brown eyes. He has on a leather jacket that is zipped up with a pair of black jeans and black combat boots.

"What time is it?" I mutter.

"Mmmh around six in the evening," he tells me.

I glance around and notice a few things. The room I am in is a teal with white accents. And the bedsheets are black. A few toys are scattered around the room. "Where am I?" I mutter.

"Elizabeth's room," he tells me. The little girl from before quickly enters my mind and I nod once.

I slowly start to sit up and Hobi starts to freak out. "No, no, I don't think-" he starts and quits when I sit up fully.

I wave a hand in his direction. "I'm fine, I swear," I mutter.

"I really don't think you are," he tells me.

"Nah, I'm completely fine."

"Scarlett, you have stitches, you aren't fine."

"I'm the one that owns the body. I'm fine."

He gives me a look full of doubt. And starts to say something, but someone opening the door breaks him off.

I glance over at the door and see a figure in all black. "How is she?" I hear someone ask. The voice automatically processes as Namjoon.

Hobi glances over in my direction. "Actually," he mutters and glances back to Namjoon.

Namjoon quickly rushes past him and his eyes land on me. "Why are you sitting up?" he quickly asks.

I give him a light glare. "Because I'm fine," I tell him.

"What about your stitches?" I'm asked.

"They're in my shoulder, which I didn't use to get up," I mutter.

They both give me a look that tells me to quit being a smartass. I give them a one shoulder shrug, showing them that I don't really care.

"Well," Hobi says, "I should go tell the others that you are awake."

Both Namjoon and I nod, showing him that we heard him. He quickly leaves the room afterwards.

Once he does, Namjoon gives me a look full of worry and pain. He takes a few steps and sits on the bed beside me. When I glance over at him, I see a tear rolling down his face.

I softly touch his shoulder. "Why are you crying?" I ask quietly.

He turns his head to me. Before he speaks, I wipe the tear away. "I was so worried," he mutters. A few more tears fall. "And so angry." He closes his eyes tightly. When he opens his eyes, the tears aren't there. "I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner."

"It's fine," I tell him.

He gives me a glare. "It's not okay. You got stabbed, Scarlett," he says loudly. "And I wasn't there," he whispers.

"But I'm fine, so it's fine," I tell him.

"And if I was there earlier, you wouldn't have been stabbed."
"But if you didn't show up when you did it could have been worse."