back from death • kth

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝐼𝐼𝐼

Jimin's POV

"Haha," he laughs, "you should try finding a girl to love from one of the refugees. I'm sure all the women you've saved swoon over you."

"You know I don't bring them here with any intentions, Eunwoo," I laugh.

"I knowwww," Eunwoo drags, "but you need someone to love you."

"For now," I sigh, "no."

Eunwoo frowns. Right then, Lucas comes running, "Sir!"

"Jimin sir!" Lucas huffs.

"Woah, what is it, Lucas?" I ask.

"Storm," Lucas tries to catch his breath, "proximity. Will hit us soon. We need to cover."

"Alright," I straighten my posture, "Blare the alarm. Make sure everyone's inside."

"Yes, sir!" Lucas runs back.

"Let's go take cover, shall we?" I ask Eunwoo.

He nods and we walk inside our camp. I have been living in this camp filled with saved refugees who escaped from their countries into Egypt illegally. When I find someone, I usually bring them here and offer them shelter and food in return for their skills. We live here illegally and a lot of time authorities had to be bribed into leaving us alone. We had to be prepared for the authorities when they come so we've placed several instruments around us which help capture soundwaves, heat signatures, etc. 

"Sir!" Lucas says.

"Yes?" I ask.

"We've picked up a heat signature," he says.

"What? In the storm? How many people?" I inquire.

"One," he says.

"One? Alone? Any vehicles?" I ask.

"No, sir. One. All alone," he says.

"Oh God, no. We need to get them. It's dangerous outside alone," I order, "get the vehicle up and running."

"Yes, sir," a few guards run outside the room.

"I hope they're alright," I sigh.

In a few minutes, we were outside in the blowing storm driving towards the heat signature. Soon, we saw a woman in our sights. We stopped our vehicle and stepped out and take spare goggles and masks for her. We run towards her.

"Are you alright ma'am?" I ask holding her shoulders.

"A-a man," she struggled to breathe, "with glowing eyes."

"What?" Lucas asks.

"Help," she says and faints into my arms. I quickly pick her up and walk to the vehicle. We placed her in the back seat and drove back.

"Dr Maria!" I call for her. I found her a few years back in the city when she ran away from her abusive parents and husband. When I found out that she was a doctor, I offered her shelter and food in return for treating the people in our camp.

"Yes? What's wrong?" She asks.

"Everything!" I panicked, "she was caught in the dust storm. She fainted."

"Bring the stretcher," Dr Maria ordered, "hold onto her."

When the stretcher arrived, I placed her onto the stretcher and Dr Maria took lead to the medical room and instructed everyone to stay outside. After a while, she came out. I scanned her expression but she gave none.

"She's fine. Probably fainted from shock and she's inhaled a lot of dust which probably will develop into pneumonia," she finished.

"So, is she awake?" I ask.