HOW TO SAVE A LIFE - For Dummies

Chapter 10

I drag myself up slowly, grabbing his gun and shoving it in my pants and walking out of the building. Bangtan are right outside the building, their eyes gaping at me before rushing over. "What the hell happened to you?!" Seokjin and Namjoon yell at the same time. "Are you okay?" Taehyung says cautiously. Isn't he a bit bipolar. "We need to go. Now. Where is your car?" I ignore their questions, asking my own. "We took the train. We need to get you to a hospital! Now! You are shot!" Jeongguk says, his hand reaching out to me. I slap it away harshly, "Don't touch me. I'm fine. We need to fucking leave now. Questions later."

"No we-"

"Just fucking listen dipshit!" My eyes glare icily at each and everyone of them. It's their fault if they get roped into this. We need to leave before they find us.

"Okay... Jimin run to the store. Get a big hoodie and some new pants. Also some bandages and shoes. We will meet you at the train station." Namjoon orders. Jimin runs away, the boys crowd around me a bit too closely. They start to lead me protectively to the train station. I stick my chin up, walking as best I can normally. Hoseok eyes travel a bit too close for comfort towards me. "D-" "Just shut the fuck up idiot."

It's quiet the rest of the way to the train station. Suddenly a panting Jimin runs up to us, holding a pile of clothes. "Here... I... got you... some....... clothes." He wheezes out as I take them. "..Thanks." I start stripping down straight away. A few seconds later a loud patter of feet suddenly turn. I shoot my head up. Are they here?

I stare at Bangtan confusedly. Why are they turned away from me? I pull the hoodie over my head and pull the hunting knife out of the old bloodied clothes, shoving it into my pants. I stare at each of them and clear my throat awkwardly. "Okay.." they turn back around studying my outfit. "Let's go." Jimin says, grabbing my clothes and chucking them in a nearby bin before starting off towards the conveniently arrived train. We hop in and sit down. I wince in pain but play it off as I slowly lean back in the seat.

"Did you wrap your wounds?" Seokjin asks quietly as he sits down next to me. I hold up the unwrapped bandages in my hand. "Did it look like I could wrap them up? Besides we need to some bullets out before we wrap all the wounds up." Seokjin stares at my new clothing warily. "You better hope we don't have too many stops on the way home. Someone is going to have to wrap them up." I ignore his comment, as well as ignoring the pain throughout my body as I stare out the window.

I stand up slowly, walking out the train into the pathway. "Our car is over there, let's go quickly." Namjoon says, ushering everyone towards the car park. He unlocks it as he gets into the drivers seat. "Umm what about seat arrangements?" Taehyung says. Seokjin just shakes his head. "No time smallest people in the middle with Yoongi on the side." I growl at the thought of it but get in the car anyways. Guide myself down into the seat next to Jimin, Hoseok next to him and Jeongguk and Taehyung in the back.

I put the seat belt on with difficulty, Namjoon already driving down the street. "...Are you okay?" Jimin asks after a while if hesitancy. "I'm fine... I've had worse." His face morphs into anger, the rest of the car gaping in anger and astonishment. "You're not Fine, you got a bullet to the arm and leg! And what do you mean you've had worse?! Who are you?" Taehyung bursts from the back.

"Don't act like you know me! You will never know who I am. If you idiots hadn't been here I wouldn't have to waste my voice!" I yell back at him as he quiets down. "If we hadn't been there you could have died!" Jeongguk spurts out. I turn around sharply and glare icily at him, ignoring the pain. "I had it sorted." Namjoon pulls into the driveway as Seokjin turns around. "Shush, we are here and it's already in the past we need to focus on your wounds Yoongi." I ignore him as I fling the door open harshly and storm out as best I can. Namjoon opens the door and I stomp in. Never thought I'd be back here so soon.

I place myself in the kitchen, pulling out a water bottle from the fridge and gulping down. The rest follow me into the kitchen slowly, gathering at the chairs or the bench. "Are you okay?"

"Have you asked enough?"

"We need to clean your wounds."

"I don't want anyone to come near me."

"Well it's going to have to happen-"

"No. I refuse. The bullets can stay in there forever for all I care."

"I'll do it." Taehyung puts his hand up. I glare at him. "Like you have any experience and like I said before. No one is coming near me." He shakes his head childishly. "I do know, my mum was a doctor and she had a lot of books in her library. She even gave me a little training."

"I'm not going near anyone." I say raiding the cupboard for snacks as they let me. "You eat our food, you let Taehyung help you." Namjoon says, hiding a smirk as I whip around at him. "Excuse me?"

"You heared me."

How dare he bribe me with food. I haven't eaten for weeks and he's just gonna make me starve like that. My footsteps fall repeatedly as I step towards Namjoon, my glare boring into his nervous ones. I still have that hunting knife. "Yoongi. Please just let Taehyung help you. He's not gonna do anything." Jeongguk says pleadingly. My eyes fall onto him before I sigh in defeat. "Fine." My gaze falls onto Taehyung. "If you hurt me in anyway I'll kill you." He nods, a boxy smile lining his features.

"Grab the alcohol."