Finally...Us [BTSxReader]

Chapter 6

"You should have let me claw his eyes out, Tae" was the first thing M heard when the movie roll came back into her mind. "I have nails long enough to blind him" the conversation continued, and M recognized Lexy's voice.

'Ah, always ready to fight' she thought, chuckling and groaning at the same time as her entire face stung. Cracking one eye open, M saw the couple not far from her side, mumbling about something which her brain did not want to understand. The lights were a bit too strong for her liking, and she turned her head to the other side, making out some shapes near her. When M finally got used to the light, she got up from the bed she was situated in, not knowing exactly how she got there. So far, no one noticed her getting up, but soon that changed when through the door barged two tall people.

"M, my god, what happened?" NamJoon's worried voice broke through the dizziness, hitting her ears before he could reach her side.

In an instant, her attention was on him, seeing him barely catching his breath, and he seemed worried and unsure of how to approach her. Before he could take a step towards her bed though, someone stepped in his path, blocking him from walking forward. M could only see the number three on the jersey, and in her confusion, she wondered who it was.

"Please, let her rest. The doctor will be here soon to bandage her hand and cheeks." the voice said calmly, loud enough for M to hear as well. She felt like complaining that she was alright and she can see her friends, but somehow, she kept quiet. It felt like he knew why he said what he said.

"Omg, M, you are awake. Thank god" Kiki immediately exclaimed as she came in with a set of bandages as the doctor came behind her. M felt uncomfortable with everyone suddenly turning to stare at her, feeling like she was the center of a joke.

"So" she started, dragging it out as she winced when she tried speaking, and her hand went out of instinct to her lips. Before her fingers could reach it though, a hand came out of the corner of her vision, stopping it. Pale and slightly colder than her own, she looked up at the guy. Number three was close to her, and he was shaking his head at her. Her eyebrows furrowed and she wondered why there were so many bandages set up next to her bed. Still, she listened to his silent advice and put her hands back down, wincing when her fingers touched the bed. Whatever it was, her hands and face were hurting, and she hated the sensation.

"Well, the good news is no broken fingers. You will just have to put on some ointment, and keep a bandage for today on both of them, and try not to move them much" the doctor said, as he sat next to her bed, taking out some ointment and reading the indications on it to make sure it was the correct one. "Now, for your face, when the ball hit you, the impact made you bite your lower lip and your nails dug a bit in your cheeks, leaving some bloody marks. They will not scar, but you will have to apply some tincture on it and try not to let water get there for two days. The busted lip will hurt when eating and drinking though, so I apologize for that. But air is the best to heal them nicely." he said, and she could only look at him as he took her hands, one by one, to massage the ointment in the skin slowly, gauging her reaction with every touch he did. He seemed satisfied after M stopped wincing at the feeling, and then put on the bandages around her hands and fingers.

It felt weird and constricting. And before he could get started on the other hand, the silence in the room suffocated her more than usual. She turned to look at her friends, who huddled together in the corner of the room, together with Number three and Number seven, all of them looking at her.

"So, anyone cares to explain what happened?" M asked, annoyed with them, no one daring to say anything. They kept looking at each other and she wondered if it was someone who hated her, and she tried remembering if she made any enemies.