Bravery is not synonymous with fearlessness. Why? Because it's the deep breath we take before doing something that is hard and regardless of that fear, we do it anyway; that is real bravery.

And you do it every day but now, after countless hours of being brave to save others; of being brave to protect your family.

You were over it.

You were over being brave.

You were done.

You needed to save yourself first because it's not the fourth time of death you call as a result of the lockout; nor is it the last drop of blood on your scrubs and the last goodbye you say that makes you feel like you're falling further into the darkness.

It's the empathy in the face of adversity in the form of an apologetic fireman who just wanted a bandage to dress his own wound because you looked so wrecked that he wanted you to get some rest instead that finally breaks you and strips you bare of your bravery.

"It's okay to go and sit down Y/N, you can't move mountains when you can barely stand yourself...:"

"...your daughter is in good hands inside ...Taehyung is keeping her busy..."

"You have nothing to worry about."

You want to snort at that statement. You had no choice but to leave Sunny in the claws of a man who could rip your family apart. Of course, you had something to worry about.

Tears roll down the sides of your face as you watch the fireman all lean against each other, some sleeping, others clearly injured, all awaiting further instructions from inside the building.

We'd all been told to wait but most of us were losing hope, some had even left. You were unable to even dream of so with Sunny still inside.

"Don't cry, get back in the eyeballs," fanning your eyes, you wipe the evidence away from your face. You couldn't have them know that you couldn't handle it. "You're okay Y/N, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay."

If you look to your right, you can see through the glass windows, and you can see Irene attending to patients and Jimin arguing with Yoongi.

If you look to your left, you can see tents full of empty boxes and empty oxygen canisters and bodies, covered by white sheets awaiting transport to the morgue.

And you can't look down because you think if you do, you'll collapse.

So, you lift your chin towards the morning sky before taking a big deep breath. The air is sharp, filled with the smell of burning wood, it's not a nice reminder of what has happened and what is still happening but you were done, absolutely mentally and physically exhausted.

"Dr. Y/N," Dr. Gaston stammers, walking towards you with his hands shoved deep into pockets. He gives you a reassuring grin when you look back at him. "I just wanted to say that your chest tube patient probably passed away from endocarditis and the following effects were just unfortunate, so don't feel bad that we couldn't save him you did the best that you could, that's all I really wanted to say."

Shaking your head, you smile at him. "Thanks Dr. Gaston. I wasn't even thinking about that weirdly, I'm the equivalent of being drunk with the whole sleep deprivation thing so I'm just going to go and sit down somewhere..."

He watches you wander away as you shrug and continue talking to yourself. "Was she just nice to me?"

Walking towards the firefighters all sitting by the gutter, you prop yourself next to Seokjin. "I'm sleeping on you." He doesn't say anything as you cross your arms over your chest and prop your head against his shoulder.

"There aren't any patients out here," you whisper, feeling your body spiral down just from closing your eyes. "Just tired mothers, tired doctors and you."

Dr. Gaston sits on the other side of you. "And me."

"And you," you repeat. Nuzzling your head against Seokjin.

"Get some rest Y/N," he whispers and you hum your response. "I'll wake you up if there's any news from Yoongi."

"Please."

Seokjin stares at the tents, the security and the walls as the early rays of morning pour their rays onto Seoul's freshest disaster. They're going to remember this forever, life is never going to be the same.

Looking back down at you, he wraps his arm around your shoulders as you're pulled into a defeated sleep, dreaming of what your tomorrow might look like. Jin checks his watch, it's 7 am.

Great.

"It's good that she's getting some sleep," Dr. Gaston whispers, smiling at Jin. "I was beginning to get worried."

Jin doesn't say anything in response, he doesn't feel he needs to.

And it's not much different to the doctors waiting outside than it is inside because there are nurses, interns, and other medical professionals all sitting on the floor in the hallways and in the station sleeping, or on the floor checking on patients.

And Jimin and Taehyung are sitting side-by-side behind the nurse's station. Jimin has been napping for the past twenty minutes and Taehyung has been amusing Sunny albeit the fatigue both feel burrowing into their bones.

But they're all still waiting.

And it's Sunny's laughter that wakes Jimin up.

"This is cute. She doesn't believe you Taehyung." Jimin yawns, resting his head against the desk again watching the two interact. The team are all sitting in the nurses' station awaiting further instructions from Yoongi.

Sunny doesn't believe anything Jimin is saying right now and Taehyung finds that hilarious.

"What do you mean you're a doctor?"

"This is hilarious," Jimin laughs again, sitting back up in his chair. "What did you think he was Sun?"

She shrugs. "I don't know. He doesn't look like a doctor."

"Hey," Taehyung picks her up off the ground next to him, placing her gently on his lap in the nurse's station. "I fix bones. I'm a doctor for broken bones."

They sniffle at the same time as they stare blankly at each other.

"Well, I fix people too, ya know." She says, yawning into her little hands, leaning her body against his chest.

Taehyung melts at just how cute she is when she's tired. "How do you fix people?"

"Mama says I have the most powerful gift in the universe," she smiles, throwing her ups in the air to animate how big. "I can heal people with my kisses."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" He wiggles his eyebrows before tapping his cheek. "Can you heal me then?"

She crosses her tiny arms across her chest. "I thought you were already healed!"

The box grin that takes over his face is blinding. "I'm afraid I have a sore heart Sunny, can you heal me?"

Sunny taps her chin in faux thought before smiling brightly. "I'll try my best then!" leaning towards him, she kisses his cheek. "I hope that heals your sore heart."

Rubbing over his heart, Sunny whispers. "I think that our heart is the most precious organ in our bodies. So you gotta look after it okay?"

"My girl..." he says it without thinking as he blinks at the small worm of a girl, feeling glimmers of admiration grow in the base of his stomach. It hadn't completely hit him yet that he could be her father but he suspects it will soon, he can feel it. "You're right and do you know what's good for the heart?"

She shakes her head.

"Sugar. Do you like hot chocolates?"

Sunny nods her head. "Mama says I'm not allowed to drink sweet things after I've brushed my teeth though."

Taehyung winks mischievously at her. "But she's not here right now."

Sunny looks around the room before whispering loudly to Taehyung. "What are you suggesting?"

He nods his head towards the small kitchen in the department. "Cookies and hot chocolates? The last one to that room gets the raisin cookies?"

Her entire face shifts. "Ew yuck! I hate raisins."

"Race you there then!"

Sunny squeals as Taehyung picks her up and places her onto the ground.

Taehyung runs slowly behind her as if to give her a head start. "Be back soon Jimin."

Her feet can't run fast enough as they pad across the tiles and Jimin watches on, his heart aching softly for you. It would've been nice if you were here too. And Jungkook watches them both as he steals Taehyung's seat. "I think Y/N has a lot to explain after all of this."

Jimin shrugs his shoulders. "I think Y/N has a lot of sleep to catch up on first. I'm surprised she isn't pulling her own hair out yet in fatigue."

"I just looked outside, she looks like she's asleep on Jin," Jungkook rubs Jimin's hair with his only working hand. "I think Yoongi is going to make an announcement soon."

Jimin snorts. "Good. It's about time. We had a fight, he's not talking to me right now."

"What did you tell him?"

"I slapped him," Jimin watches Yoongi rub the theatre list off the whiteboard. "And told him that he needs to listen first and then he needs to talk."

"What?" Jungkook asks, one eyebrow cocked in confusion. "You slapped him?"

"I did. He was being a cock."

Yoongi writes in big bold green whiteboard pen, 'Volunteers' before Jimin smirks back at him. "Just trust Yoongi. You'll see."

Jungkook watches Yoongi turn towards them. "Alright, staff. I need everyone here in 20 minutes. Put the word out, I'm requesting an urgent meeting for all emergency staff. It's time to clean this shit up and send people home."

"Alright, I'm trusting him," Jungkook says, turning to face Jimin. "We have no other choice anyway." 

Yoongi points at Jimin. "And you, come here." 

Jimin rolls his eyes. 

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A/N: Omg hi, we're 2 parts away from the ending!!!!! I'll be posting an epilogue after this too <3 OMG WHAT THE HELL ITS ALMOST OVER. 

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