nyctophilia
[ nĭk′tə-fĭl′ē-ə ]
n.
a preference for the night or darkness
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"Oh we're definitely killing them then, I need to pad my stats anyway."
"You sound like a serial killer."
"I know, I still wonder why...
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As soon as we reached headquarters, Yunho turned the engine off and bolted out of the driver's seat. He rushed to the door next to me, yanking it open in one swift motion. The urgency in his movements mirrored the dread clawing at my chest. Rihyun and I stepped out simultaneously, giving Yunho space to carefully maneuver San out of the car.
"Make sure you don't touch his left arm or the right side of his waist." Rihyun instructed, her voice firm but tinged with concern, "Once we're inside HQ, just place him on the stretcher."
Yunho nodded, adjusting his grip with meticulous care. San's head lolled slightly against Yunho's shoulder, his face deathly pale and lips barely retaining any color. Rihyun hovered at his side, checking his breathing and murmuring reassurances under her breath. I followed behind them, my steps hesitant. Useless. That's how I felt at that moment, trailing along without a clue how to help.
The heavy wooden doors creaked open as we stepped into the common room. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. My stomach churned.
Yeosang and Jongho stood by the hospital stretcher, both looking up as we entered. Jongho's sharp eyes immediately zeroed in on San. Without hesitation, he moved closer, his jaw tightening as he took in the extent of the injuries.
"Where is he injured?" Jongho asked, his tone brisk but laced with concern. His gaze darted between San's limp form and Rihyun.
"His left arm and the right side of his waist." Rihyun replied, gesturing to the wounds, "Can you two help place him gently on the bed?"
Jongho and Yunho exchanged a quick nod before moving in unison. Yunho adjusted his grip under San's shoulders, careful not to aggravate the injury, while Jongho supported his legs. Together, they lifted him with practiced precision and set him down on the stretcher. San remained unresponsive, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths that made my heart ache.
"Alright," Rihyun said, gripping the stretcher's handles, "I'm taking him to the infirmary now." She glanced at Yeosang, "Tell Mingi he has to donate blood to San."
"Why Mingi?" Yeosang asked, his head tilting in mild confusion.
"One, Hongjoong isn't back yet, and we don't know when he will be," Rihyun explained, her voice steady but tinged with urgency, "And two, Joong himself lost a lot of blood a few weeks ago, so he's incapable of giving blood at the moment."
Yeosang sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Alright, I'll go tell him." With that, he turned and disappeared down the hallway toward the hackers' shared room.
