Close call
I hiss as soon as I'm down under the car, finally feeling the full effects of scraping my bloodied knees across the gravely road. I should have rolled under like Jungkook did, which now seems like the best idea we might have had throughout the whole 'let's try not to get infected' fiasco we are caught up in, But in my own defence, I was in too much of a rush to care
But now I'm laying here, chest rising and falling heavily while the warm wet feeling of blood drips to the back of my knee while coating every inch of the fabric that isn't torn. I lift my head up as far as the car will allow and cringe, though I'm not surprised at what I'm seeing. The scrapes aren't just scrapes, but a rather large piece of glass sticking out the side of the fleshy part of my knee-slash-lower thigh, the blood drips onto the floor beneath me, filling the sun cracks in the cement
The infected can't smell blood right? Because if they can, poor Jungkook and I are done for. I let out a short lived breath and reach down, clamping my eyes tightly as my healing palm wraps around the glass shard. I can feel the previous crescent shaped scabs re-opening but I block the stinging pain out, closing my eyes tighter and forcing myself to think of something else
In one swift motion, I jerk my hand up and pull the shard right from the skin, grunting as the blood seeps out much faster then it was before. Feeling my slight panic spike, I quickly place the glass on the floor and move my hand down to apply pressure. It doesn't help and the blood begins dripping through my fingers
I need a some fabric or bandages but I'm not sure if the camper has a first aid kit. If the wound isn't washed and dressed then I could get a nasty infection, walking around on that will not be fun and if I can avoid getting an infection in the first place then that would help massively
I look over at Jungkook again, he shuffles a little until he can reach into his pocket silently and pulls out a black and white bandana with a smile of relief. He then reaches over and takes ahold of my knee, that's right in front of his face, and wraps it around the wound, then proceeds to tying it tightly with a sympathetic look
Pain erupts through my knee and my thigh making me wince and almost let out a noise, I instantly clamp my hand over my mouth and close my eyes to prevent tears from welling up. We sit here like this for a while, silent and anxious as the infected moves around the very cars we hide beneath
We wait for what feels like a life time until the stomps, shrieks and groaning of the infected has disappeared and been replaced with the sound of my own heart thumping loudly in my ears. I look around to see the group are all safe and intact, no one being stupid enough to roll out from their hiding spots until they are sure the herd has passed. I sigh out a deep breath of relief and allow my head to hit the floor beneath me, my chest rising and falling evenly for what feels like the first time in years
"Hana look out!"
Before Seokjins words register in my mind I'm being grabbed by the ankle and being pulled by a force that doesn't feel human. Now fully alert, I bring my other foot up and kick the wrist of god knows who or what harshly yet it doesn't budge, still dragging me from under the car like I weigh next to nothing
Looking down, I almost growl at the sight of snapping, rapidly rotting jaws getting closer and closer to the bottom of my leather boot. I bring my free foot up again and smash my heal into the bottom row of greenish yellow teeth, watching in disgust as the teeth snap off with a nightmarish sound. I don't waste any time with doing it again and again until it lets go of my ankle
Jungkook shuffles until he can reach the infected female and grabs the back of its head, slamming a hunting knife into the back of its skull repeatedly until it falls limp, the blood and gore spilling from the area to mix with my drying blood. For the second time in the last five minutes, I slump down onto the ground with a chuckle that almost sounds fake
But I can't help but laugh, knowing that was a close call. . . Not my first and definitely won't be my last, knowing how the world is now, I doubt I will die of old age or something just as natural
"Are you okay? Are you bitten?" Jackson's deep voice speaks from my left and I almost let out another chuckle, though I feel a little tingle deep within me and a warmth spread through my chest. I roll my eyes at my own behaviour, giving him a quick 'I'm fine' and rolling out the other side of the car
Am I hypocrite for ignoring him? Of course, do I feel bad though? Not really, I'm just giving him a taste of his own medicine. I'm not childish, nor am I evil so I'll talk to him after we are safe, since we priorities and all
"Your leg. . . Y-you aren't bitten are you?" Lisa is quick to help me to my feet, her big round eyes softened and coming close to brimming with tears. I smile at her and shake my head, leaning back against the car hood to take weight off my injured leg
"Even if I were, I'd just cut it off and hope for the best," I half joke though it doesn't sound like a half bad idea. I push the thought away to the back of mind with a shiver, hoping to god I never have to do that to myself or anyone else
"Then what happened?" Lisa asks, motioning down to the bandana around my leg
"Just scraped them while rushing under the car, it'll heal in no time," I brush her off in hopes of her leaving it at that but she gives me her sad puppy dog eyes that I've managed to resist every time, but this time, a little flare of warmth blossoms through my chest for the girl
Confused, and a little agitated with myself, I quickly turn my back to her and limp away. Before I can get to far, in distance from the group and with my thoughts, I put a little too much pressure onto my injured leg and a searing red hot pain shoots through the entirety of my thigh. My knee buckles under my weight and it's as if time moves in slow motion like the movies
Only this time, there's no Prince Charming to catch me as I collide with the floor. My hands landing in the same chunks of glass that ruined my ability to function like a healthy human being in the first place. I almost cry out but I stop myself by chewing on my bottom lip harshly to hold it in
"I'm not one to tell people how to live their lives but I think I might need to put my foot down with you," Seokjin almost mumbles but I catch the humour in his words, preventing my clear anger issues to ride from the deepest deaths of my mind "you need to take it easy or you'll end up in an early grave and that's not good for any of us, is it?"
I don't say anything, knowing that he's right somewhere deep down. I shake my head and allow him to help me to my feet. He takes my freshly bleeding palms into his much larger hands and examines them closely, all while looking like some kind of worried parent, or in my case, a worried older sibling
"Come on, I think the camper has a first aid kit," he sighs and guides me towards the camper, never really touching me or babying me which I appreciate. There's nothing more I hate then being treated like a piece of fine china that could smash at any given chance and I think he understands that, which surprises me
But also makes my heart flutter, which is something instantly shake my head at and deny having any effect on me. I force myself to forget the ordeal and he motions for me to take a seat. I do as I'm told for once and attempt to make myself comfortable but no position I try is making the pain in my whole leg feel any better
Seokjin searches through the cabinets lining the wall above the sink (that sadly doesn't work). He doesn't find anything and let's out a deep sigh, his hands on his hips and lips pulled into a little pout as his eyes scan the camper. It's as if he's searching for some kind of hidden spot, or maybe a little secret mythical door leading to an endless supply of bandaids
Or something just as stupid
Before I can control it, a smile spreads across my face. I instantly realise what I'm doing and I can feel the heat on my cheeks, tips of my ears and the tip of my nose. I shake it away and slap myself back into reality mentally, refraining from doing so physically. Seokjin suddenly turns towards me just in time for my face to go back to its resting bitch face state
"Ah, there it is." He suddenly brightens up, moving closer until he's stood so close I can smell the faint remains of his cologne
I lean back until my back is against the wall and he doesn't seem to notice, getting on the very tip of his toes to reach the carry case ledge that's similar to what they have on planes and pulls down a large red case with a white cross plastered on the front pocket
"It's a bit big to be just first aid supplies," I mumble with slightly furrowed brows. The back itself seems like it's stuffed to the brim, up until the point of the stitching around the zip stretching and almost popping open
"Well we should probably take a look instead of sizing it up. . . It might start to feel threatened," Seokjin jokes and I roll my eyes as his own high pitched laugh fills the silent air of the camper. This guy and his wording will be the death of my braincells
But he is very entertaining
He takes a seat opposite me and opens up the bag cautiously, he doesn't waste any time with opening it up though and throws the protective layer of fabric over his shoulder. I chuckle before looking down, sighing when I see nothing but packaged bandages, a few full pill bottles, band aids, disinfectant and last but not least, a whole bunch of creams and ointments
"I was expecting a severed head for a second there," I chuckle, pulling out a bandage and peeling back the plastic with my teeth. I pay no mind to my surroundings as I haul my bleeding leg onto the table separating Seokjin and I, unwrapping the bandana as I do so
"Hmm, I would have stashed a head in a jar and stuck it in the fridge to freak people out but each to their own I guess," Seokjin shrugs with a deadly straight face. I look at him through my long lashes and stare at him, unmoving and silent
"Im about to start assuming you have a head floating around somewhere. . . Probably in your basement by the sounds of things," I laugh. He smiles and shrugs his broad shoulders before beginning to pull his blue jacket off, causing him to lean forward until he's a few inches from my face
"Maybe I do," he says seriously. I stare deeply into his deep brown eyes, searching the depths for any hint of amusement. Without realising it, I'm inching forwards slowly yet he doesn't make any attempt to move away. It's as if the world around us have come to a complete standstill, the voices of the group outside the camper are nothing but white noise
Never thought getting lost within someone's eyes was a real thing, yet here I am, unable to look away from the beautiful man just a few inches away. In this moment, I feel the weights on my shoulders have been lifted
That's stupid, very very stupid
Then he laughs and I break my intense staring, clearing my throat and directing my attention over to the window with a slight glare taking over my now stoic face. I don't know what that was or what came over me but I hope for my sake, it never ever happens again
I forgot about Jackson
I forgot about him while with another male for the first time since I met him
"Hana, you're smearing blood over your face," Seokjin chuckles light heartedly, reaching over to pull my hands away from my cheek and forehead making me feel instantly anxious. I'm getting so stressed I've started rubbing my face out of habit, much like the habit of clenching my hands tightly when I feel my frustration spiking
I decide to forget this whole fiasco happened and allow Seokjin to clean the blood from my hands, then put some ointment on them before bandaging them up tightly. He does the same to my leg, still cracking jokes as I'm having a full fledged mental breakdown behind the fake smile I hold on my face
I need to get my shit together, and fast, before we all end up in early graves
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