Experiment 360

31

Silence.

The two of you stared at the door, unaware of the others focus on the annoyingly white slab.

Two silent steps and there was someone outside.

Two heads whipped..well...sluggishly nudged, to face one another.

Three clicks and a few creaks and the door cracked open.

Three breaths, yours, Jimin's and...another's.

Your hand slightly grasped at the blankets next to Jimin, that was as far as you could reach in order to get his attention with making little noise.

He peered over to you with tired eyes.

"that's not taehyung" your mouth curved around the silent words as Jimin's face grew in realization.

It was the end for you two, neither one of you were in a position to fight, or move.

Two steps, one large shiny black shoe, the slide of a foot, two shiny black shoes.

"Namjoon?" The man walked in sluggishly, surprisingly, he looked in good health.

"How'd you get here, did Taehyung find you?" Jimin jumped up and you noticed the cringe in his features and his hand grabbing for his torso.

"T-Taehyung...well yes, he told me if something bad happened to come here...but that was when we were still in the hospital, I haven't seen him since if that's what you're asking" he limped inside and you noticed one of his legs was bloodied.

"How'd you get out" Jimin sat back down.

"The Institution is practically falling apart, most guards are out looking for you and everyone else is freaking out, it was pretty simple since I know the inner workings of the whole place"

Namjoon closed the door silently and placed a black duffel bag on the bed, "I was assuming you'd need this"

He opened the bag to an array of medical supplies.

"Good guess" you struggled out.

He looked at you and nodded.

"Well I guess we should start then, you guys look half way to death" he motioned for you to sit up.

You pushed up with your arms but instead of them carrying your weight they just collapsed.

Namjoon pressed his lips together and came to your side, carefully surrounding you with his arms and lifting you up so your back was against the headboard of the bed.

After almost 4 hours of stitching up and treating various wounds and Jimins gun shot wound, and many pain killers, Namjoon sat down with a sigh.

"Taehyungs not coming back" Jimin spoke, his back to Namjoon and you on the other bed.

"Jimin-" Namjoon spoke.

"He would've been back by now" He continued on, his stare vacant.

"We don't know what happened to Taehyung, something else could have happened that stalled him" you let out.

Jimin stayed silent.

"We should get out of here as soon as you two are able to move" Namjoon stood up, he himself not looking too well.

There was shuffling outside, too far away for a human ear to hear but close enough that you barely had to use your enhanced senses in order to listen in.

"I think we may have to get out of here sooner than we'd like" your voice croaked out, dry from lack of use, but the soreness of your throat had dissipated thanks to Namjoons various cocktails of pills and injections that left you feeling floaty.

Namjoon shot you a quick look of confusion.

"I can hear a commotion, about a mile away, they're on foot" Namjoon nodded and went to gather his things.

"Where are you going?" you quickly, and unsuccessfully stood up, wobbling just to fall back onto the soft cushion of the bed.

"You didn't think I would come here on foot, did you?" he cheekily answered, shuffling out the door to whatever vehicle he stole from the institution.

You slowly and unsteadily got to your feet, the problem being not that you were hurt anymore, but more that you were so drugged up that the second you got up the world melted and the floor felt like quick sand.

After a few steps you placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder, unintentionally putting all your weight onto him.

"We have to go" you spoke, your voice becoming more solid and steady.

"Why? So we can just keep on running, finding a place to hide in fear until they find us again?" There was a bitterness to his voice as he quickly and sharply shrugged your hand off of his shoulder, causing you to fall forward onto the bed.

He looked down at you with slightly wide eyes and raised eyebrows, you knew he didn't mean to, you knew he was hurt and confused.

You pushed yourself up, struggling as you couldn't exactly feel your arms at this moment.

"So you're going to stay here and wait for them to come torture you and kill you, or worse, turn you into a botched science experiment just to leave you to die from malnourishment or disease or hunger, whichever one gets to you first?!" You exclaimed moving to stand in front of him.

He hung his head, his arms resting on him thighs and his hands clasped together.

"That's what they're doing to Taehyung, I may as well" he spoke, never breaking eye contact with the carpet below him.

"You don't deserve that" you whispered loud enough for him to hear it.

Jimin stood up with ferocity, standing in front of you with no empty space between the two of you.

He looked down at you, "AND TAEHYUNG DOES!?" his voice roared.

You looked up to with a steady gaze, "Maybe he does" your voice was solid.

A flash of fury shot onto Jimin's eyes, he reached his hand out and grabbed your shoulder, you didn't bat an eye.

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT, AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S DONE-" "Like what, experimenting on me, bringing me half to death more times than I can count, or are you talking about that one time he was a decent human being after years of being a sociopathic killer, just remember, I'm not the only one Taehyung did things to, if anything, I'm one of hundreds." your voice was calm and smooth.

Jimin began to shake in anger, yet he stayed silent.

You made sure to wait until you were sure he wouldn't interrupt you, "Maybe...he deserves it...and maybe he doesn't. But I know one thing for sure, sitting here, moping and feeling sorry for yourself, giving up, is not going to help him" Jimin's eyes softened.

"So, you could sit here, wait for whoever it is to come and capture you, maybe even kill you, and I'll happily escape without a single thought to saving Taehyung" you stared at him, "or, you could come with us, suck it up, and guilt us into getting your brother back, it's up to you"

You turned to walk out the door and smiled hearing another set of footsteps trailing behind you.

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