Chapter Four

                                    

                                          
        "Who were you talking to?" Taehyung asks to which I sigh.
                          
"Chanyeol," I admit. "I don't have. . . time to hide anything from you any more"
                          
"What'd he say?" Taehyung asks, standing beside me as I buy some drinks for the guys.
                          
"Kai has HwaYoung, taking her to a safe house in Cali as we speak," I grab one of the drinks and give it to Taehyug as I continued. "They're going to California with Yoongi, it'll give us time to go to Florida and get the others. They should be in and out of Cali by at least a few days"
                          
I give the rest of the drinks to Taehyung, smiling gently up at him, hoping it'd calm both of us.
                          
"Give these to the guys, I'll go check on Jungkook," I mutter. 
                          
I turn around, stepping out of the station just to have Taehyung grab my wrist, pulling me back towards him.
                          
"Here," He scans the half empty hospital in case anyone was watching before sliding a pocket knife into my hands. "Be careful, they could be anywhere"
                          
I nod, swallowing thickly. "Hopefully I won't have to use it"
                          
I walk towards the room where Jungkook was in. I step inside the room where no one but a wounded Jungkook was in.
                          
I walk up to the bedside, noticing Jungkook was asleep. His chest rising and dropping, signalling he was fine, thankfully.
                          
I sit beside him, a hand over his as my chest squeezes.
                          
"I don't want to lose anyone else," I mutter to myself.
                          
My eyes water, and as much as I try holding it back, a few stray tears manage to slide down my cheeks. It was easy to ignore the sudden murder of my brother with everything going on, but now that I had time to sit down and think, I couldn't hold it back.
                          
I didn't want to think about Yugyeom, nor Jaebum or none of their loved ones that were killed with them. I regret coming to America, Niacha and Sara wouldn't have gone through that, neither would a small child like Minho ever had to worry about that happening to him. 
                          
My chest hurts, as if someone reached into my chest and squeezed my heart in their palm. The millions of times that Taehyung assured me this wasn't my fault, it was no use. Deep down I knew none of this would've happened if I had died earlier.
                          
All these thoughts running through my head were suddenly put on pause as a doctor stepped into the room, slightly startled by my presence. He was wearing a face mask and scrubs, I couldn't truly make out if he was Jungkook's doctor or someone checking in.
                          
I quickly wipe the tears from my face as he nods at me silently, walking up to the IV bag hanging from a pole beside the bed Jungkook laid soundly on. 
                          
I watch as he pulls a syringe from his white coat's little pocket, turning up the needle in the air as he slightly pushed out the excess air from inside. 
                          
A slight sense of suspicion creeped into my gut as I watched him puncture the IV bag with the needle, inserting whatever was in the syringe into the bag.
                          
"What is that?" I find myself asking, watching as he placed the syringe in his lab coat and turned around, about to walk to the door. "Hey, um, what did you put into the bag?"
                          
Suspicion grows as he stays silent, stopping at the door. I stare at his back, cautiously reaching for the knife as I watch him reach into his coat. In a split second, with the slightest glimpse of the metal in his hands I jump to my feet, flicking the knife open.
                          
My body moves on his own, and I'm watching in horror as I rush towards him, stabbing him at the neck without a second thought. He tenses under my grasps before plummeting to the floor below me, the gun sliding from his hand and over the floor carelessly.
                          
My eyes widen, heart stopping as I realize what I'd done. I look down at my hands, coated with a thick layer of red blood. I stand in awe, my body frozen still both in shock and confusion.
                          
At that moment, Hoseok steps into the room with two drinks in his hands. The cans slide from his grasps, clanking to the floor as he scans the scene. I look up to him, tears beginning to stream from my eyes just looking at his horrified expression.
                          
"I- I didn't mean it," I breathe out, the murder weapon clattering to the floor beside me after slipping from my hand.
                          
"What happened?" Hoseok asks sternly, quickly closing the door behind him.
                          
"H-He put some liquid into the bag and I was asking him and, I don't know, he just wasn't telling me anything," I watch as Hoseok leans over, grabbing the gun from the floor and wedging it between his pants and his underwear. "He pulled out the gun and I just. . ."
                          
"It's okay," Hoseok assures, stepping up to me. He cups my face, like he always did when comforting me, and gives me a warm smile. "It's okay, you saved us"
                          
"I- I killed him—"
                          
"If you hadn't done that he would've killed us," Hoseok assures before rushing to Jungkook, pulling the needle from his arm as he slept.
                          
He turns to the body, scratching his head. "It looks like D.O"
                          
"Who. . . who is he?" I breathe, watching as he leans down and grabs the arms of the dead man.
                          
"One of EXO's, if they find out they'll be enraged," Hoseok drags the body into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood painting the path taken. "Let's clean this up and—"
                          
A gunshot rings in the air, marking the start of a shooting in the quiet hospital.