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𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : Nezira

Third person

Minho shoved the office door open, ignoring the concerned or annoyed stares of the working ladies.

He ran straight for the nurse, throwing that door open as well.

He ran to one of the beds, slowly placing the tiny boy in his arms on the soft cotton surface.

"Oh my goodness, what happened?!" The nurse was entirely confused as to why Minho had rushed in, but now she was in shock herself.

Jisung's white button up shirt was stained with dirt and grime. Little droplets of blood stained any piece of clothing he wore, but the slash on his cheek bled the most.

It looked fairly deep, and Minho had often wondered if it hurt him.

Jeongin and Nezi rushed in, not far behind.

The two of them panted, hands on their knees.

But Jeongin seemed to careless about himself, since he pushed Minho out of the way, his eyes scanning Jisung's entire body; taking in every injury.

Jeongin was mesmerized, his eyes threatening to start up the water works.

Nezi was quick to pull Jeongin away from the bed, allowing the nurse to begin quickly cleaning the slits down the smaller's body.

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Minho cracked his knuckles every few minutes, nervously up against the wall. Jeongin bounced his knee up and down while Nezi fiddled with her uniform skirt.

Both wolves had their ears and tails hung low. Minho just bit his lip.

The nurse could be heard gasping here and there, making the three even more anxious.

Finally, just as Minho and Jeongin were about to lose their minds, the nurse came out of the curtain-covered room.

"He'll be perfectly fine. Maybe a little trouble walking or keeping his balance, but he's perfectly fine."

The amount of relief that washed over the room was huge.

Minho exhaled a big breath, and Jeongin finally sat back in his chair. Nezi sat up, a small smile of relief tugging at her lips.

But her eyes, they were dull.

Minho was the first to spring up, carefully starting inside the small 'room'.

He was met with a sleeping Jisung, his chubby cheeks puffy, and his nose red from crying. A big bandage covered the boy's face, causing Minho's eyes to soften.

The boy's chest was exposed, his blazer and shirt hanging on a little rack off to the side.

His torso was covered in bruises and small cuts, little bandages here and there.

A sudden rage sprung in the alpha.

His long time friend, the girl who once made herself out to be shy and caring, had done this to such an innocent boy.

A fire coursed through him, but it burnt out the second he heard a little mumble.

"Minho?" His quiet voice called out.

Jisung rubbed his eyes like a child, looking up at the older.

"You okay?" Minho asked quickly.

He wanted to make sure the fragile boy was perfectly fine.

Jisung tried to sit up, but groaned loudly.

Minho panicked, shooting forwards. He pushed the boy back down gently, "stay." He smiled.