JUNG HOSEOK'S P.O.V.
I flashed the light to let Namjoon know I'd seen his message and would wait for the next instruction. I followed his progress up the scaffolding with the spotlight and cursed when he slipped a couple times, the rain wouldn't have been making it any easier to climb the frame even with his leather gloves. I let out a breath of relief as I watched his legs slip under the plastic we'd put up earlier, though we didn't expect the heavy rain to be a storm so recklessly violent when we'd heard about it on the news.
If I'd been paying attention to my mobile phone I would have seen it flashing with multiple call and message notifications. The two-way radio went off and I heard Namjoon's voice come over the speaker but the words sent a chill up my spine that wasn't from the weather.
"Rapmon to Hope. Call a fucking ambulance, there's a half dead kid up here, barely found his pulse. He's freezing and there's no way I can get him down by myself. Over." Holy Shit. He used our old call signs from when we were in middle school, it must be real bad if he'd revert to using those.
"Hope to Rapmon. I'll call Mayfuyu. He's closer than the hospital. Over and Out."
"Rapmon to Hope. Understood. Over." Namjoon replied quickly.
Mayfuyu Sato, a friend of mine, was a Mica Paramedic and was one of the best in our region. If luck was with us he wouldn't be on duty tonight. Keying in the number I knew by heart, I made the call. The phone must have rung for only ten or so seconds before the phone was answered, 'When the fuck did someone even get here and why weren't the cameras triggered earlier?' I wondered.
"Yo, Hoseok, what's up?"
"Mayfuyu are you busy? We have someone unconscious at the Switchback Road site an-"
"What do you mean there's someone unconscious at your site? What are you idiots doing working in this weather?!"
"NO! No no no! The security cameras went off so Namjoon checked it out, I met him here 'cause of the weather and he found a kid unconscious in one of the unfinished buildings. Please come -you're closer than the hospitals." I heard him sigh and imagined Mayfuyu shaking his head.
"Give me four minutes, I'll be there."
"Thanks."
I sighed shakily as I quickly spin the dial for Namjoon's channel.
"Hope to Rapmon. Gibson is incoming. ETA is four minutes or less. I'll prop the spotlight and try to get you some towels and the thermal blanket for the kid. Over."
"Rapmon to Hope. Received. Over and out."
I propped the spotlight up so it would remain focused on the building. Gathering a few hand-towels, the thermal blanket and the two-way portable radio sealing them in the waterproof bag, I put on my leather gloves and raced into the bullets of water that stung with every hit. Scaling the scaffold was harder in the rain than it looked when Namjoon did it, losing my grip a few times I was damned lucky not to fall. The portable radio went off as I reached the top and was pulled over the edge by Namjoon.
"Gibson to Hope. Where the fuck are you? Over." I snorted a laugh.
"Rapmon to Gibson. We're in the building the spotlight is focused on. You can come up the scaffolding like we did or there's steps in the back left corner of the shell. Over."
"Gibson to Rapmon. You're idiots. ETA is thirty seconds. Give me a patient status. Over."
Namjoon briefed Mayfuyu on the status of the person in the corner who was laying flat on the floor via the radio as he made his way up the frame of a staircase. Once Mayfuyu arrived I worriedly studied the male lying on the floor wrapped in the thermal sheet we'd wrapped over him, he looked achingly familiar to me; from the shape of his eyes, slight slope of his nose and his full lips to the freckle on his cheekbone and sharp jawline, but in the dark shadows there was no way for me to be sure. We'd checked the male's stuff but we couldn't find his wallet or phone in the bag. I was certain I knew him and it was killing me that I didn't remember someone this stunning.
Minutes dragged on and before I knew it there was an ambulance on the scene, the guy being loaded onto a spinal board (just in case) and taken down the stairs. Without thinking about it I volunteered to go with him in the ambulance, I felt a need to be protect this young man who in reality was probably about my age. The harsh light of the ambulance combined with the pained whimper that came from him when the paramedics inserted a saline I.V. didn't just flick a lightbulb in my mind, it shattered the whole house of lights.
My face must have reflected the shock of recognition because the ambulance medic asked me again if I knew the person on the stretcher. I nodded, trying to clear my throat as regret and tears attempted to choke me. The last time I'd seen this precious person was more than six years ago.
"H-his name is Park Jimin."
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KIM SEOKJIN'S P.O.V.
I hate waiting rooms. Especially the hospital Emergency Department because they're so white, sterile and bland... In one word? Boring.
Would it kill them to add a little colour to the place? Sure there's vending machines that contain super bland foods that are (probably) past their best-before dates, way overpriced for the tiny amount of food you get and if you're actually hungry you can't even go to the hospital cafe since it's still closed at five in the morning.
You might be wondering what I'm doing sitting on an uncomfortably hard chair in this boring as hell place when I could have been getting my beauty sleep?
I'm waiting for my brother's surgery to be over and I sent Taehyung home hours ago. He really didn't want to leave me or my brother alone, he bitched at me for like half an hour for making him go, his exact words were: "Do I really have to leave without my Jungkookie? Because our bed will be too cold without my hot boyfriend." I'd snorted with laughter at that before hugging him tightly and promised him if my brother came out of surgery I'd call him and wake him up immediately.
A new round of flashing blue and red lights caught my attention. I watched disinterestedly as another ambulance pulled up, there'd been a few come in because a LOT of people had gotten into accidents in this shitty storm. They would've cancelled Jeongguk's surgery if he hadn't been already two hours in. I thought I heard a familiar voice through the doors of the ambulance but passed it off as the boredom from being in the waiting room since ten o'clock last night (it's currently three in the morning). My disinterest changed as quickly as the lightning flashing in the sky when I saw the man following the ambulance stretcher in.
"Hoseok? Jung Hoseok?" The male with brilliant orange hair spun around and looked at me as if trying to place where he knew me from. I was right, it was Jung Hoseok from Bangtan Secondary School and I was pretty sure even though we hadn't seen each other for a while I don't remember him getting easily upset. Must be something big.
"Seokjin?" He choked out. I nodded and was almost knocked over from the force of him running into my arms, hugging me like I was his lifeline.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"J-Ji-Jimi-in... H-he..." He couldn't finish his words and just pointed to the stretcher being wheeled into the Emergency Departments doors where he wasn't allowed to follow.
"Jimin? As in Park? From.. then?" Hoseok nodded frantically, tears and sobs bursting like a river thats burst its banks and was flooding everything.
"Fuck."