Seven Wings

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The smell of Lysol and bleach fills my nose as my eyes flutter. Gently opening them, I wince at the harsh light that sends pain through my head. I take in the plain white walls and hositpal bed I currently lay in and confusion hits me. I'm in hospital?

Memories flood through me in a flash. Me driviving home from work talking to Alayna before the pile up car crash. Me saving V from getting crushed by his tour bus. The pain of me getting crushed by it instead. As if I wanted to forget it but couldn't, the memory of V over my head biting his wrist and snapping my neck came back in a flash too.

Maybe everything was a dream and all I did I was hit my my head? Or took some really bad drugs? If I was crushed by a bus and had my neck broken, shouldn't I be dead? Or shouldn't I feel a pain or soreness? All that hurts is my eyes, but other than that, I could run a marathon and not be winded at the end.

It was as if the universe wanted to give me proof that it wasn't a dream because there in the chair next to my bed was V, the man I helped save. The same one who made me drink his blood and snapped my neck.

What the fu-

"Your awake." His voice sent me jumping out of the hospital bed.

I raised my eyebrows at him and shook my head in confusion. "I-I was crushed beneath a bus and y-you snapped my neck," I looked at him like he was crazy. "OH MY GOD YOU SNAPPED MY NECK!" I yelled at him, backing up a step as he stood up.

A small smile graced his lips, "It's funny how you're mad at me for that but not for making you swallow my blood."

My eyes widened and my heart stopped. If he's not telling that he didn't snap my neck or give me his blood then....

"YOU R-REALLY DID DIDN'T YOU?" my voice came out shakey and my words were stuttered. It felt like I couldn't breath. My chest was closing in and my head was pounding. Every thing was too bright. I didn't know what was happening or what to believe. I couldn't even trust my own memories. My lungs contracted painfully and what felt like a needle going through my brain sent me falling to the floor, my knees cracking on the marble.

I tensed and tried to back away when V grabbed my shoulders, gently, as if he knew how fragile I was at the moment. He raised my face to force my eyes to meet his and only said one word, "Calm."

The pain and panic left my body, leaving me limp and confused. My breaths evened out and all I could do was simply just sit there and look at him. Every raging chaotic thought was lessened to nearly nothing.

"Okay," I managed to say breathlessly.

"Let's get you up on onto the bed and comfortable before I tell you everything," he said. I nodded and started to stand up but V easily picked me up, as if I weighed nothing. I yelped and instinctively put my arms around his neck.

Slowly he lowered me onto the bed and allowed me to get comfortable then pulled the chair he sat in earlier closer and settled in as if what he was about to tell me would be difficult.

Slience stretched the air before he finally said, "You did die," I blinked at him, my brows wrinkling together. No panic hit me, only cool calm. I have no idea why because normally I would be screaming hysterical If someone had told me I died. "But," he continued, "I brought you back to life using my blood. My blood when swallowed can heal you. But if I give you my blood then kill you myself, I can give you rebirth."

"I-I'm confused," I managed to say. Nothing was making sense to me. What is he talking about? How can he bring me back to life?

V sighed then hung his head in frustration. Standing up he walked toward the door.

"Hey!" I yelled, "Where are you going? You can't just tell me something like that and not explain."

He looked back at me, his smooth jaw ticking in anger. He smoothed out an imaginary wrinkle in his white dress shirt that was rugledy tucked into his black pants. Finally he looked at me. "I'm sorry I have to do it this way. I hate having to go into someones mind. It's extremely painful and an invasion, I just don't know how to explain it to you." Then he opened the door and disappeared.

I lay back on the bed in a thump. I didn't know how to feel. I was still so confused and all I wanted were answers. A tear slienty slipped down my cheek. What's happening to me?

I fling up at the sound of the hospital door re-opening. There was V, and six others I didn't know. It wasn't until I saw the face of the man walking close up to me that I realized the six others were the rest of the band BTS I saw on the tour bus.

One with paleish hair and full lips spoke first since coming in. "I am Namjoon, but you can call me RM. What I'm about to do may feel uncomfortable and slightly painful but you will understand everything. Okay?" He looked uncomfortable and pissed. Why I had no idea. All of them looked tense.

I could only look at all of them. What the hell is happening? V was once again in the chair next to my bed and the other six besides RM stood against the far wall of the hospital room just watching. One smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up as if encouraging me that it will be okay. I wanted to laugh but I couldn't form it. Finally I nodded okay and RM walked closer, firmly placing his hands on both sides of my temples.

His eyes closed in consentration and his breathing deepend.

A sharp pain, worse than even getting crushed by the bus tore through my head, I screamed, arching in pain. Just as fast as it happened, it disappeared.

All I could see was black. It was as if I was unconscious and conscious at the same time. The weird feeling of something forgien clawed through my mind. It felt like an eel sliding around my body and choking me. I wanted to cry but couldn't. Something popped then shattered as if dropped. The eel around me disappeared and I was left standing in the darkness of my thoughts.

Then it hit me, all so forgien but welcome at the same time, the feeling of rememberence. It was someones else's knowledge and memories in my head, and they left it here for me to know.

Reaching down, I picked up a piece of what felt like shattered glass. This must be what V and RM were talking about. This is how I get my answers.

Ignoring the impossiblty of the situation, I let the glass fall from my hand, and with it I fell to, into the knowledge of others.