I get thrown back due to the explosion that came from the parcel. I land with a thud basically in the kitchen, I had shards of plastic and metal planted in my flesh, and there was a huge gash that ran across my forehead. There was smoke everywhere and I struggle to breath and I have a few cough attacks. Despite all of this chaos the first thing that comes to mind is Dakota. "DAKOTA!!" I freak out as Noelle holds me down.
    "Don't move, you're only going to hurt yourself more!" she struggles to hold me down, despite the fact that she was a lot taller then me, as I flip her off of me and crawl over to Dakota, who was not moving much.
    "Come on! You're okay, right?" I pick him up carefully and cradle him in my arms. His breathing is slow and he is shivering and whimpering as fresh blood coats itself on my hands and mixes with the dust. He slowly opens his eyes and licks my cheek as I continue to cry in relief and hold him close to me.
        "He's no out of the woods yet and neither are you," Ian states calmly as he helps me stand up and guides me out to the car, holding my arm and taking caution, like I was going to collapse any moment. For the whole trip to the vet's office I refused to let anyone take him away from me, I guess you could say I was being a bit protective older sister like but minus the chainsaw, like some protective people I know. We arrive at the veterinarian clinic and I rush right inside, I look like a total crazy person on crack right now because I literally had a blood trail across my face and just straight up blood everywhere, my hands, my clothes, my emotions. (Does that even make sense, pfft I actually don't know just go with it XD)
    "Please help him now!" I demand gently as some veterinarians rush out and take him into care right away. I take a seat outside in the uncomfortable rickety wooden chairs and was going to wait for news but Robbie throws me over his shoulder, like I was merely a sack of potatoes, and I was too tired to fight back at this point. "Where are you taking me?" I breath out, my whole body was sore, today has been horrible. And saying that a day is horrible means a day has been horrible and I have seen a lot of unfortunate things over the past few years.
    "The hospital, you need medical attention, you were literally right beside the bomb. Also, once you are in good enough condition the FBI will be questioning you and guarding you for a few months until your environments are considered safe because someone clearly wants you dead," he explains carefully setting me down in the car as Tia starts the engine. They take me to the nearest hospital where I get all the metal shards pulled out of my flesh and my head bandaged. Now, I have a white wrap all around my head and white bandages covering the majority of my arms and some of my legs. Basically, I look like a mummy. a bandage mummy. That did not matter though because my mind was constantly thinking of Dakota, he was in way worse condition then I was, he'll be fine, right?
    "Let me out of here! I need to see Dakota, I need to see that he is alright!" I demand after a few hours of waiting in the hospital room. The nurses as the refuse to let me leave. mostly because I'm also being put under security wait because of the bomb threat. I was actually considering to either fight the nurses, which would probably not turn out well because they be scary, or jump out the window and hope that a two story fall will not do too much damage. That is soooo wishful thinking. I was going to take my chances with the nurses when Tia enters with Dakota wrapped up in a white blanket, what caught my attention was a bright orange tag on his left hind leg. Tia struggles to find words as I struggle to breath. Was this what others call anxiety? My breath is caught in my throat, I can hardly get oxygen into my body.  
    "I'm so s-sorry he's...he's," her voice cuts out as a million thoughts run though my head. What the hell? Why does he have a tag there, no way he can't be...gone. He can't there is just no way, he has been here since the beginning. He has been my light, my superhero when the world was dark and villainess. He has risked his life for me more then I could ever thank him for, more then I can ever repay him for. Without him there with me since the start I would have taken long and darker paths that are not too pleasant to think about at all. My mind starts to head into a whirl as I start hyperventilating more viciously. The ringing starts to fill my ears as my feet feel like lead, I still manage to drag myself over to his body. I take him in my arms as Tia keeps talking on and on but I could not hear anything for focus would not come to my mind what-so-ever. I collapse to the floor as Tia starts a full panic session and then finally knocks me on the head hard enough for the ringing to go away and the thoughts to stop flowing everywhere.
    "Did you even listen to a word I said? You need to calm down, he just needs some sleep and some recovery time and then he will be A-okay!" she shouts scolding me as I hug him carefully and guide myself up onto the bed with him still resting peacefully in my arms. Just resting, thank heavens. My head hits the pillow as I hold him closer then I ever had before.
        "Thank you, Dakota," I kiss him as I start to doze off myself. What would I ever do without you around? The boys would keep coming if ou weren't here to be my guardian angel. Oh, Dakota, you are always there and I can rely on you, so don't ever go please, fill my selfish wish...

        I wake up the next morning next to Dakota as he sits up and looks at me and then licks my face as I softly pet him, being mindful of his injuries. Genre walks in with some flowers and balloons and frowns that quickly turn to smiles once they see me gleefully petting Dakota.
    "Morning, sunshine. You had us all really worried, especially those boys who were spamming all of our phones," sighs Noelle as she gives me a hug as I sit up and yawn slightly.
        "Why can't kookie spam my phone," whimpers Kaylee heading to the corner of depression with her phone in hand, surprisingly, Jungkook texts her pretty often so I don't know what she's talking about. Mind you, it is Kaylee so maybe she is just a but delusional. I sweat drop to myself.
    "Anyways, Claude stopped all the boys from flying out of Germany at the drop of a hat after they heard about the mail bomber. They are already sweeping the crime scene in hopes of tracking down anything taht might help locate where it came from and more specifically who it came from. We have been told to keep you out of the public eye until things die down for your safety," informs Rory as I nod in agreement and get up when some FBI agents file into the room.
        "Hello, Ms, Castagonola. I am the director of the victim protection agency (possibly a real thing, Idk) and we are here to ask you questions and keep you safe. Do you know of anyone that would want to bring harm to you for any reason?" he asks and I sit there staring at him blankly. Robbie decides to answer the question for me.
        "Director, as Genre we get death threats pretty much everyday, it kind of comes with the job. (Sadly T~T) There are thousands of antis that may want to bring harm to her," he starts.
        "I cannot think of anyone that would want to bring purposeful harm. I don't have a grudge or anything really against anyone. And its not just anti fans, since my parents were mob bosses, or something like that, there is a possibility that someone is out to get revenge on me for putting them behind bars. The list just keeps going," I take a pause as they take in this information. I mean I don't have anyone who directly hates me I don't think. (Keep in mind she has no clue about Eun-Kyung's "threat" or the fact of Yoongi's arranged marriage so you don't get confuzzled) 
        "Well, this is defiantly turning out to be quite the case indeed. I'm putting one of my best agents on you, this is agent Vee. Of course, this is an alias that she will be under while protecting you. She will remain by your side until we find the bomber or ensure your safety. This is because of your fame in the music industry. We will be taking out leave now, I hope you recover well Ms. Castagnola," he takes his leave as I turn to the agent who towers over me. She was at least 6'2 in height, I'm pretty sure she towers over all the boys!
        "As he said, I'm Vee. I hope you don't die," she states bluntly with no emotion or remorse.
        "Me too," I sweat drop. I really hope I don't die, that would be a bummer.

Yoongi P.O.V:
        I run my hands through my hair and then punch the wall due to stress. Fu*k why am I so stupid? That secret, that lie, its capturing me in a web of misery. Damn that Eun-Kyung. I know it was that bitch but I have no proof, and Kate is clueless, now this whole thing has put her in direct danger, which I tried to steer away from since the beginning. They have people watching her which puts my mind at a bit of ease but we are still millions of miles away and I am not there to take the punishment I deserve for putting her in this whole mess. I break down as the others enter the room.
        "Calm down and take a breath, Suga-hyung," soothes Jimin worriedly as Jin rubs my back.
        "I-I should have told her! Why would I keep such an important thing from her?!!" I sob as they attempt to calm me down.
        "You can tell her once you see her again. She will be okay, but she will not be okay if she knows you are sad, cheer up for her," smiles Jin being the positive mom like always. I sigh as I try to even my breathing, I hate this game of Eun-Kyung. Let no more harm come to Kate, please.

Whahahah I have been plotting, I laughed really hard because someone in the comments saw straight through my plots and already knew who the bomber is, so good detective skills, honestly though this one was pretty obvious lol~ Kate.