Lalisa's POV

Everyone gathers in the room for Namjoon while he's in the bed. Our ears are filled with the sounds of the machines giving him support on breathing and needed fluids. Gummy sits next to the bed as she held his hand. "I'm worried, he was hurt really bad. He was slammed hard." She says, her voice shaking.

"No need to worry about him, he's a warrior. I know that he's going to make it through, he's the strongest person I know," I tell her, trying to comfort her the best that I can. CL clings to Jackson after he enters the room with several bandages on his body.

"Shouldn't you be in a hospital room?" I ask him, yes I am very worried about him, his condition is very severe. Who knows what has happened to his body internally from all the torture he's gone through.

"They've already done as much as they can for me, all I can do now is rest." He tells us. My eyebrows knit as I look over his body, his eyes look swollen like he can barely even open them.

I honestly don't even know how he did it at the warehouse. His face is beaten, it doesn't even look like his face. His body looks uncomfortable as he slouches against the wall, his arm held over his stomach. His fingers all bandaged up.

"You should be resting in a hospital bed, Jackson. Please listen to me, I was really worried about you. And now that you're here I'm still worried about you." I tell him. "BamBam is also in a hospital bed." Gummy tells Jackson. "Yeah, but that's because he got shot in the arm. I'm okay. I can stand up fine, stop worrying about me."

I give CL a look, she should get him to be in a hospital room. "Baby, I think everybody is right. I think you need to be in a hospital room, this is what's best for you. You lost a lot of blood, and I'm sure that you need fluids in your body right now. Please." She pleads as she looks up at him with tears in her eyes. She was very worried about him as we all were for him.

He looks down at her very intensely, I can tell that he worried about her a lot. "Fine." He finally gives in and listens to us. She then leads him out of the hospital room and out into the hallway. I look back at Gummy and she can't even look away from Namjoon. She then looks at me, feeling my gaze. "Namjoon is fine here, you should go look after BamBam." She tells me.

I fully stand up, "Are you sure?" I ask her. She nods quickly looking back at him in bed. "Yes, you should go." I slowly walk up there and set my hand on her back, "Call me if you need anything, I'm here for you." I tell her before I walk out of the hospital room and walk up to the desk in the hallway. I tell the lady his name and she tells me his room number.

As I walk up to his room, I feel my heart pounding harder than ever. I'm sure he'll be okay, it was just a shot in the arm. But what if it's even worse than that? Am I overthinking this? I knock on the door and I hear his voice telling me to come in. I slowly open the door and walk into his room. He was sitting up in his bed and he was looking at me, he lets out a relieved sigh.

"I was worried about you," I tell him. He lightly chuckles and looks down at his hands before he winces in pain as he holds his arm that was shot. "There's no need to worry about me, I've gotten shot several times before and it will never be different." I clench my jaw as I stare at him.

It explains a lot about how back at the warehouse he kept shooting even after his arm was disabled for a moment. He really is strong, I wonder how many times he got shot before this time. I would've never thought that if I were to meet him again, that he'd been shot several times in the past. He then looks back up at me and lightly grins making my heart warm up.

"So are you going to go over here? Or you just going to stand there." He asks me. A sheepish smile forms on my lips as I walk over to his bed and sit at the edge of it. "Were you really that worried about me?" I slowly nod as I connect my gaze with his.

"I've never seen somebody get shot in person, that's why I got scared when you did. And that's also why I hesitated when everyone was shooting all those men at the warehouse. I guess I'm really not worked out for this, I'm not a professional like you, Jackson and Namjoon."

He's slightly chuckles and shakes his head at my words. "We don't expect you to be a professional right away, I knew that you were n't going to feel comfortable shooting a human being right away. That's the part of being human, you don't want to kill another person. But those people are trying to kill us, and that's what you have to do to stay alive. All those men are bad men, well, were bad men."

"I mean unless you're Namjoon who was a natural killing machine. Then I guess you would be expected to be a professional instantly. Though, you did surprise me when you shot your father without hesitation. You surprised us all at that point."

I slowly nod, "I even surprise myself, to be honest. I didn't think I can do it, being that I did love my father at one point and he meant something to me. But knowing that he was the reason that my mother was killed. I didn't care. And I guess that's what you need in this industry, and this company because people are disgusting and evil. You just don't have to care."

I stare into space as I've realized that I've killed several people today. What have I become? "I know you may be feeling guilty right now, but you really shouldn't be feeling that way. And I'll tell you why." I look up at him as he has my attention, I am feeling guilty. And I want to know why I shouldn't be, I'm a monster.

"Lalisa, you killed men today who have raped and killed families. They've killed innocent people, and being that they're from Thailand, they killed and raped our people." He slowly nods, "So please don't think about it too much, just let it free your mind. Because at this moment does it matter, those were bad men. And you stopped them from killing and raping more of our people. You should be proud of yourself."

My eyes water for some stupid reason, "But they were still people. They had families and lives they had a life to live. It wasn't their fault that is that they had to do all those nasty things, it's because of who they worked for."

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue in disappointment. I've disappointed him with my nonsense I've spoken at this moment. I even feel a little disappointed in myself, because deep down I know that they were bad men. I knew all the things that they've done to people of my country.

I really shouldn't be feeling any sort of sympathy for these people, they don't deserve my sympathy. Especially not from me, being a victim of their thoughtless acts. I should be disgusted with them, not sorry for them.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so hard on you. I know that this experience was very intense, and makes you feel guilty. It's okay to feel like that, but I know deep down that you know it wasn't so bad. Everything will be okay in the end, you're alive I'm alive. As long as we are here together, that's all that matters. That's all that matters to me that you're here this room with me, and I get to see your face."

My eyes tear up as I look at him. "Come here." He tells me, making my heart pound faster than ever. I stand up and walk closer to him only to have him pull me into the bed with him. I set my hands on his chest as I look into his eyes. He slightly grins and presses his lips against mine.

I gently hold his face and kiss his lips gently, his hands running down my back. His jaw moves slowly, I part my lips and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. I gently pull his tongue with mine, I then hear the monitor beeping rapidly. I look up a bit startled. BamBam's heart rate has picked up, I let out a breath of relief.

He surprises me as he pulls my face and continues to kiss me. I smile against his lips and run my fingers through his hair. He then sucks on my bottom lip, making me smile wide. His hands hold my face as he tilts my head gently and kisses my neck.

I run my fingers down the back of his head and grip his head as I let out a breath. He then stops and lets out a slow sigh, running his hands up my back. "BamBam?" I ask him. "Mm?" He hums in my neck. "What did you talk about with Sehun the first time we came to Korea?" I ask him. He freezes before he sits back.

"He let me go." He says simply. "Go as in, out of the company?" I ask in shock. "Yes, our of the company. I broke the rules." My eyebrows knit, "This was all my fault. I can't believe that I caused this. You could have still been an employee and been-", "No, Stop." He tells me.

"Wait, So were you even supposed to be part of the ambush today?" I ask him. "No, but I begged Sehun to let me. Sort of the last run for old times sake. And he said fine, plus, I refused to let you be there without me." I slowly bite my lip. "So.. What does this mean?" I ask him.

He looks up at the ceiling and lets out a breath. "I honestly don't know. Maybe I'll do something with my life now, be normal." I think about what he's told me so far. "Normal? Do you know how boring normal is?" I ask him. He chuckles and sets the tips of his fingers on my chin as his thumb runs over my bottom lip.

"It won't be boring if you're normal with me." I stare at him. "Be normal with you," I whisper. "Yes." He smiles. A smile slowly grows on my face, "Okay." I say without hesitation. "Good." He nods.

I kiss the tip of his nose before I stand up and he looks at me confused. "I have to use the bathroom silly," I tell him. He smiles, "Okay." I hear the sleepiness in his voice, the medicine is probably making him feel that way. I walk out of the room and down the hall where the bathrooms are.

Once I step into the bathroom I walk right up to the mirror and stare at myself in the mirror. My eyebrows furrow as I think about how I talked to my father before I killed him.

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I walk up to him with the pistol in my hand, he's on his knees as his feet seem to have been shot. "How does it feel to be the one scared now?" I ask him. "You don't have the fucking guts to shoot me, I know you. You're the scared shitless daughter I left back in Thailand." He chuckles making my blood boil.

"You think you're the shit with a gun in your hand." He smiles, "Well guess what, you're not. And that's no surprise to me because you've always been that worthless person in my life." I click back the gun. "I don't care about what you think of me," I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh really? Then why are your eyes getting watery? Because you want to cry, that's why. You just might as well have one of the more serious people kill me. I don't want to die at the hands of my worthless daughter."

"Too fucking bad!!" I yell. "You're not going to do it! I know you won't because you can't kill me! You think that you can but you won't!" He exclaimed. "You were always so worthless, you deserved to be killed earlier. You shouldn't have lived a day longer than my mother did. You are just a waste of life. You thought that you were doing the best as you put us in danger."

"Fuck you, I did what I wanted." I let out a breath in a humorous way. "And look at you know, I'm your fucking knees in front of your daughter like the dog that you are." He grins. "Takes one to know one right?" I throw my head back and laugh, "I don't know why I even bothered with you." I raise my gun to his head and set my finger on the trigger.

"Rot in fucking hell!" I yell before I pull the trigger and his body falls to the floor.

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I wash my face and examine my features again, "Look at you.." I whisper to myself.

**
Jackson's POV

"Young man, you are very lucky to have come and checked this out. You have a minor infection, what is this injury from?" The doctor asks me as he examines my stomach. "This really old guy put this huge rat in a bowl and put it on my stomach. Then he torched the bowl until the rat began to tear my skin." I explain to him. The doctor looks at me speechless.

I feel CL's gaze. "T-That explains the irritation and infection in your tissue. Must have been a dirty rat, you do understand that rats are carriers of several diseases?" He asks. "Of course I know that," I tell him. He nods. "We'll get antibiotics on this wound right away." He nods. "Any other wounds." The doctor asks. "No," I say.

"Yes," CL says immediately after, the doctor looks at her. She gently pulls off my shirt and points to my back. I let out a breath as the doctor walks around the examining table and looks at the several slashes on my back. He's speechless. He then walks back in front of me with a certain look on his face. "Bad?" I ask him, though I know he'll say yes.

"What happened to you?" He says. "If I tell you, you'd be too scared after." I hear him swallow saliva and he nods. "I'll go and get you the antibiotics." He says quickly as he walks out of the room. "Why do you have to do that Jackson?" I hear CL. "What? Do what?" I ask.

She walks in front of me and she's in between my dangling legs. "Why are you so stubborn?" She looks sad. I let out a breath. "I really don't know," I whisper. She closes her eyes and sets her hands on my shoulders, "I'm like that too, I guess it's just an employee type of thing... huh?" She asks.

I pick up my hand and use my bandaged fingers to move her hair out of her face. She opens her eyes and tears fall down her cheeks. "It's okay. I'm here." I reassure I haven't been able to officially touch her until a while ago since we arrived at the hospital. Everyone was so worried about Namjoon, it felt like I had never even left her.

"I was so scared Jackson, you don't even understand." She whimpers. "No, I do understand because I was scared too. Chuan told me that he'd hurt you if I didn't tell him where Lalisa was at." My eyebrows knit and my eyes water as well.

Many memories of my past brutal experience, floods my mind. I'd never want CL to have to go through the same thing that Jandi had to. It was so unfair and all my fault, I still haven't been able to forgive myself. She would have still been alive if I would have listened.

I shake my suffocating thoughts away and stare at CL's face as she can't look away from me. I know I look beat up, I've been too scared to look at myself in the mirror. I'm afraid I won't look like myself, I've had that problem before.

My eyes are in pain, my face, my hands, my whole body. She sets her hands on my chest and stares closer at my face. Her face looks pained, because of all I've gone through? Because I should be dead right now? What else could this look on her face mean?

I lean forward and she does the honor in pressing her lips against mine. I hiss in pain as my bottom lip is still a bit tender from being busted open. "I'm sorry." She whispers. She just simply pulls away and sets her head on my shoulder. "Okay Mr. Wang, I have your antibiotics and you should get some rest." He walks over and applies antibiotics to my wounds making me hiss in pain several times.

He then wraps me in bandages and escorts me to a room where I'll be staying at. "Feel free to just take off your shoes and pants." He suggests as he leaves CL and me by ourselves. I kick off my shoes and pull off my socks, followed by my pants. I lay back in the bed and I pull the cover over me, my eyes automatically closing.

I feel a weight on the side of my bed, "See? You stubborn ass, you are tired.." She whispers to me. She combs her fingers over my hair and kisses my forehead. I set my hand on her lap and she runs her fingers up my arm. And I guess she just sits there and watches me until I fall asleep.

**
Gummy's POV

I hold onto his hand, so tight I might actually break it. Namjoon has been through a lot, both legs were broken, his pelvis bone and his spine was almost fractured. He could have been paralyzed for life, he's really lucky.

"Please don't leave me Namjoon," I whisper to him as tears fill my eyes. "I can't go on without you." At this point I'm terrified, I'm so scared that he won't be okay. He has to be okay, I know it. He'll be fine.

I frown look down at his hand as it doesn't hold mine back. I set a kiss on his skin and circle my thumb on his wrist bone.

There's then a knock at the door and I turn and look to see who it is as they open the door and enter. "Sehun," I whisper. "I'm happy to tell you that he's going to be fine, he should make it tonight." I touch my chest relieved. "Thank you so much, I didn't think that I'd have to ever see him in the hospital."

He lets out a breath, "Honestly, same. Right now I'm getting flashbacks of when I first found him as a kid." He shakes his head and bites his lip. "I approved you two, just to let you know." He tells me. "What?" I ask. "About the marriage, I approve." My eyes water.

"I know you mean a lot to him, and honestly, you both make a great team. I'd put you both on missions together." I quickly nod, "As long as I get to be with him that's all I-" our ears are filled with quick beeping sounds. Sehun and I look at Namjoon, then at the monitor.

The door barges open and doctors rush in, my eyes widen in shock. "Please move out of the way." The doctor says as I stand up quickly. He yells orders to the nurse who entered the room with him. I stand back next to Sehun, terrified as ever. My eyes glued to Namjoon, telling him to hang on. That he needs to be stronger.

I watch as the doctor and nurse scramble to get Namjoon's breathing back to normal. I begin to pray like crazy that he makes it out okay, that I'll be able to hear his voice again, feel his warm touch, see his eyes and taste his lips. That's all I want right now.

**

You know that blur feeling you get when everything happens so quickly, but you're in shock the whole time. Like time has stopped and the world has stopped spinning. Or maybe even, the world has picked up speed and you're so dizzy you might just lose your balance.

Like the air has gone thin and you'll suffocate soon. And all you have to wait for now is for gravity to completely give up and send everyone and everything into space.

For all the planets and their moons to collide with the sun and end all life in our small galaxy, light years away from another galaxy.

But that's all far from what I've felt on this journey. I've felt heavy like I was the man carrying the earth on my back. All this pressure is making my head want to explode. My heart feels like it wants to slow down, or just stop completely.

For me to just hear the words that I hope will leave the lips of a potential hero. To get what I've been praying for. Wishing for luck that would allow me to win the lotto of promised happiness and endless love from the man who stole my heart at such a young age.

And then it happened, "I'm so very sorry for your loss. There was nothing we could do for him, his body went through so much damage. His lungs filled up with air and they collapsed, we couldn't save him. You may have as much time as you need with him. My deepest condolences."

The doctor tells me as I slowly fall to my knees in the hallway, the stupid hallway that they made me wait in not too long ago. My life has come crashing down on me like a hundred story building falling on top of a small lab rat.

"NAMJOON!!!!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I feel pain all over my body like I was being stabbed over and over again. How I just wanted to bleed out on this floor and die too. "Gummy." I hear Sehun, I shake my head and cover my ears with my hands. "NO! NO!!" I scream.

My body shakes viciously as I cry with all the energy I have left. When I look up I see Gummy and Lalisa running down the hall towards me. When they see me crying on the floor, CL stops in her spot and covers her mouth as he falls against the wall and slowly sits on the floor and cries.

Lalisa just stares at the floor, unable to really have a full reaction to what is happening. She's in shock. I force myself to get up and I limp my way into the room where I collapse at the foot of his bed. I cover my face with my hands as I cry uncontrollably. My breathing irregular and my chest in pain.

Such excruciating pain for me to experience in a short amount of time.

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