But their moment of solace was shattered by the sudden blare of a horn and the screech of tires. In the blink of an eye, another car careened out of control, hurtling towards them with terrifying speed.Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Taehyung braced for impact, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, with a sickening crunch of metal, their world was plunged into darkness.
Their bodies lay sprawled on the rain-soaked asphalt, blood mingling with the puddles forming beneath them. A crowd quickly gathered, their murmurs of shock and concern blending with the relentless patter of rain.
Some rushed forward to help, dialing emergency services as others hovered anxiously, unsure of what to do. Amidst the chaos, a few brave souls stepped forward, carefully lifting Taehyung and Y/n's limp forms and placing them gently in the back of a waiting ambulance.
As the ambulance raced through the stormy night, their fate hung in the balance, their lives now in the hands of the doctors and nurses who awaited them at the hospital.
Meanwhile, a frantic call was made to Jungkook, his heart sinking at the news of their accident. With a sense of urgency, he hurried to the hospital, his mind racing with worry and fear for his friends' safety.
The scene at the hospital was one of controlled chaos as medical personnel rushed to assess the extent of Taehyung and Y/n's injuries. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, a palpable sense of unease settling over everyone present.
As the hours stretched on, Jungkook paced the waiting room, his thoughts consumed by the well-being of his friends. The sound of approaching footsteps drew his attention, and he looked up to see a weary-looking doctor approaching, his expression grave.
"Their injuries are serious," the doctor began, his voice heavy with concern. "But we're doing everything we can. It's going to be touch and go for a while, but they're strong. They're fighters."
With a heavy heart, Jungkook nodded, his thoughts turning to the uncertain road that lay ahead. But amidst the darkness, he clung to a flicker of hope, praying for Taehyung and Y/n's swift recovery.
And so, the night wore on, each passing moment fraught with tension and uncertainty as Taehyung and Y/n fought for their lives, their futures hanging in the balance.
The doctor's grave expression sent a shiver down Jungkook's spine. Taehyung's condition was dire, but it was Y/n who hung precariously on the brink of life and death. Her pale face, stained with blood, was a stark reminder of the peril she faced.
"Her blood loss is severe," the doctor explained, his voice tense with urgency. "We need O positive blood immediately."
Jungkook's heart raced as the gravity of the situation sank in. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides.
"My blood type is O positive," he offered, his resolve unwavering. "Take as much as you need. I'll do whatever it takes to save her."
The doctor nodded, gratitude evident in his eyes as he ushered Jungkook into the emergency room. "Every drop counts," he emphasized, his urgency matching Jungkook's determination.
As Jungkook watched the medical team spring into action, a surge of emotion welled up inside him. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Y/n, of a future robbed of her presence.
In the sterile confines of the operating room, Jungkook's heart pounded with anticipation. Each moment felt like an eternity as he waited, his thoughts consumed by prayers for Y/n's recovery.
And then, as the transfusion began, Jungkook felt a glimmer of hope ignite within him. With each beat of his heart, he willed his blood to be a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them.
As Jungkook sat in the waiting room, his mind consumed by worry, a nurse approached him with a small cup of juice. "Here, you need to keep your strength up," she said gently, but Jungkook shook his head, unable to focus on anything but the fate of his friends.
Instead, he watched as the nurse moved on to attend to other patients, his heart heavy with the weight of the unknown. Tears welled up in his eyes as he prayed for Taehyung and Y/n's recovery, his hands clenched into fists of desperation.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged once more, his weary face etched with a hint of cautious optimism. "There's good news," he announced, his voice a ray of hope in the darkness. "Taehyung is out of danger. He will regain consciousness in the morning."
Relief flooded Jungkook's senses at the doctor's words, a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders. But his joy was short-lived, overshadowed by the doctor's next revelation.
"However, Y/n's condition remains critical," the doctor continued, his tone somber. "We've done everything we can, but we can't say for certain whether she will survive the night."
A sense of helplessness washed over Jungkook as he grappled with the news, his heart aching for his friends. The night stretched out before him, fraught with uncertainty and fear, and he could only cling to the hope that dawn would bring a new beginning.
And so, as Jungkook sat in the quiet of the waiting room, his tears mingling with the darkness, he could only pray for Taehyung and Y/n's survival, their fate hanging in the balance between life and death.
"Thank you so much, my dear readers. I appreciate your support and understanding. I know this chapter is very emotional, but remember, after every night, there is a morning. Let's hold onto hope together."
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