In the end, it took six medical staff and two teachers - Mr. Won Bin and Mr. Jaesuk - to push the truck away from us to get the stretcher in.  Taehyung vehemently refused to get on the stretcher, and I tried to do the same, but the "traitor" told them that I had a severe blow to the head and possibly brain damage.  My face felt like I wanted to Apparate when people tried to strap the neck fixture to me.  It seems that the whole school was black and red there, and everyone was shocked to see people carrying a stretcher with me to the ambulance. 
-Traitor-Taehyung quickly climbed up and sat in front.  It's really maddening!
But maybe that's still not bad enough, "sheriff" Bang Si Hyuk suddenly rushed over, before they could put me down safely.
-Amy-cried the "sheriff" in horror when he realized it was me on the stretcher.
-I'm really fine, Dad-I sighed-I'm fine.
Dad turned sharply to the nearest paramedic, conversing.  I ignored him, trying to remember every detail in my spinning head and blurry images... When they took me out of the car, I could see a deep dent in the  the bumper of the fawn car – a very distinctive dent, it fits well into Taehyung's shoulders... it's as if he'd used a supernatural force strong enough to distort a frame made of metal  metal...
And there was his family, they were watching us from afar, their faces filled with all sorts of emotional nuances... from annoyance to anger, but absolutely no expression at all.  It shows that they are worried about Taehyung.
Oh, trying to make the most of what I've just seen - it's still going to prove that I've lost my mind completely.
Of course, the ambulance brought the "policeman" straight to the county hospital.  I kept feeling amused the whole time they carried me down.  The funniest was the guy Taehyung was walking briskly in front of the hospital doors, he wanted to rip them off.  Oh my gosh, my teeth started to clash wildly.
Finally, they pushed me into the emergency room, a long room with a row of beds separated by blue curtains.  A nurse put a blood pressure monitor on my arm and placed a thermometer under my tongue.  They hurriedly performed their duties, but no one bothered to reach out and pull the curtains around so that I could have some peace of mind.  And I decided I wouldn't wear this embarrassing-looking dead neck brace any longer.  Waiting for the nurse to disappear, I quickly unfastened the Velcro (a type of buckle consisting of two strips made of nylon yarn, one rough, one smooth, when pressed, they stick together) and threw the mug.  neck to the end of the bed.
There seemed to be another ruckus, and a stretcher was quickly carried to the bed beside mine.  I immediately recognized the guy Lee Taeyong - we studied the same State subject - with his head covered in blood-stained bandages.  Taeyong looks a hundred times heavier than me.  Yet the guy was still staring at me worriedly.
- Oh my gosh, Amy.  I'm very sorry.
- What can I do, Taeyong... You look so bad, are you okay?
As we were exchanging greetings, the nurses started to remove the bandages from the poor guy's head, the numerous not-so-deep wounds surrounding Taeyong's head and left cheek were exposed.
Taeyong didn't pay attention to my words.
- I think I killed you!  I ran too fast, I hit the ice... – Taeyong suddenly winced as a nurse dabbed at his face.
- Don't worry anymore, you didn't hit me.
- Why did you run away from that place so fast?  You're new there, and you're nowhere to be seen...
- Um... Taehyung pulled me out.
Taeyong widened his eyes in surprise.
- Who?
- Taehyung... He was standing right next to me - I'm a very bad liar, my voice sounds flat, not convincing at all.
- Is that Taehyung?  I didn't see him... God, it all happened so fast.  Did he have any trouble?
- I think he's fine.  Taehyung is somewhere in this hospital, but he doesn't have to use a stretcher.
Obviously I'm not out of my mind.  Then what happened?  There is no explanation for the events I witnessed.
Then they pushed me to have an X-ray of my head.  I told them I was fine, and I was absolutely right.  My brain didn't even show an expression called shock.  I asked permission to leave, but a nurse told me to talk to the doctor first and then go wherever you want.  So I was "locked" in the emergency room, waiting... and had to be "tortured" for a while by Taeyong's apologies and promises.  I had to repeat over and over and over again the sentence "What's wrong with me!", but Taeyong still couldn't stop tormenting himself.  In the end, I closed my eyes ("Ignore you, Taeyong")... Tyler immediately lowered his voice, but... continued to blame himself.
- Is she asleep?  – A melodious voice that could not be confused with anyone else spoke up.  I opened my eyes immediately.
Taehyung is standing at the end of my bed, smiling.  I replied with an angry look.  However, with this pose, I don't look like an angry person - on the contrary, it's like I'm... glaring at me!
- Hey Taehyung, I'm really sorry!  – Taeyong started his "regret" chorus again.
Taehyung raised his hand, stopping his miserable friend.
-You can't be a friend if you don't collide-He replied with his mouth open, showing his white teeth, and then, Taehyung walked over to Taeyong's bed, gently sat down in a corner, facing me.  Taehyung smiled again.
- What's up?
-I'm fine, but they won't let me go-I complained. -And why aren't you tied to the cart like us?
-That's all you should know," Taehyung replied. -But don't worry, I'm here to untie the crib for you.
A doctor appeared, pacing back and forth around the room... involuntarily I followed... and opened my mouth in astonishment.  That doctor was so young, with golden hair... and more handsome than any movie actor I've ever known.  His skin is very white, he looks tired... around his eyes are dark circles.  According to the description of "my father Bang Si Hyuk", this is indeed Taehyung's father.
- Miss Amy - yes, he is Dr. Kim Seok Jin, said, his voice is extremely seductive - How do you feel?
- Yes, I. ..ah, I'm fine - I replied... Hope this is the final answer.
Dr. Kim walked over to the wall behind me, there was a board with a spotlight, it was above my head.  He flipped the switch.
-Your X-ray is very good-continued Dr. Kim-Does your head hurt? 
I heard from Taehyung that she got hit in the head pretty badly.
-I'm fine-I reply, with a sigh, and then turn to look at Taehyung, feeling a bit disgruntled.
Dr. Kim's cold fingers began massaging my head, examining it carefully, noting where I winced slightly.
- Pain?
- Doesn't hurt much – (This is bad!)
There's a chuckle, and I look up to see Taehyung smiling widely.  My eyes darkened.
- Your father is sitting in the waiting room, now you can go home with him.  If you ever feel dizzy, dizzy, or have poor eyesight, come back here right away.
- So you don't have to go to school?  – I asked again, when I suddenly imagined the face of "Mr. Bang Si Hyuk" trying to show concern for me.
Maybe you should let your mind rest today.
I glance at Taehyung.
- Does he have to go to school?
-Someone has to tell the whole school that we're all safe-Taehyung said provocatively.
- Actually... - Dr. Kim interjected between the two of us - ... almost everyone in the school is currently gathered outside the waiting room...
-Oh my god-I covered my face, I couldn't take it anymore.
Doctor Kim raised his eyebrows and asked:
- Do you want to stay?
- No no!  I resolute, then suddenly jumped out of bed.  And due to jumping too hard, my whole body became wobbly, just about to fall, fortunately, Dr. Kim, as fast as cutting, reached out in time to catch me.  He looks really worried.
-I'm fine-I assured the young doctor.  There was no need to explain that the balance problem had nothing to do with my head injury.
-You should take Tylenol to relieve the pain-suggested the doctor when he saw that I was standing again.
-I'm not bad enough to take medicine-I persisted.
-Not to the point of having to take medicine, it seems you are extremely lucky-replied Dr. Kim, then smiled slightly as he put pen to sign on the graph showing my health status, it was a very good signature.  butterfly.
- That luck is thanks to Taehyung appearing in time - I tried to put things back in their rightful place, and at the same time glanced at the "main character" to check his attitude.
- Oh, ah... that's it, yes - Doctor Kim expressed his agreement quickly, then suddenly, he waved his hand to collect all the papers, his face turned to the other side, his eyes fixed.  staring at Taeyong, his feet went to his poor friend's bed.  My intuition is very sharp, it tells me one thing that the respectable doctor obviously knows all about Taehyung.
-I'm afraid you'll have to stay here with us a little longer-Doctor Kim said to Taeyong, he started to examine the wounds on his face and head.
As soon as the doctor turned his back, I walked right up to Taehyung's side.
- Can I talk to you for a minute?  I whispered under my breath.  Taehyung stepped back immediately, his jaws clenched.
-Your dad's waiting-Taehyung said through gritted teeth.
I kept my eyes on Dr. Kim and Taeyong guy.
-I'd like to speak to you privately, if you don't mind-I insisted.
Taehyung was furious, but he turned around anyway, striding toward the far end of the room.  I almost had to run to catch up with that obnoxious man.  As soon as he reached the corner of the dead-end corridor, Taehyung immediately turned around, glaring at me.
- What do you want?  – His voice became extremely annoyed.  His eyes looked at me coldly.
Taehyung's unfriendly attitude once again instills a sense of dread in me.
The words that came out of my mouth became strangely weak.
-You still owe me an explanation-I reminded.
- I saved you from death... I don't owe you anything.
I flinch at Taehyung's angry words.
- You promised...
-Amy, you hit your head, you don't know what you're talking about-He cut me off.
Jungkook glared at me.
- What do you want from me, Amy?
-I just want to know the truth-I mumbled
-I want to know why I have to lie to you.
So what do you think could have happened?  – He flattered.
Everything that had been rising so suddenly suddenly exploded in an instant.
- All I know is that you weren't even near me... Taeyong didn't see you either, so don't explain to me that I hit my head so hard.  That truck was crushing both of us but suddenly stopped.  He had left his handprint on its side.  And he left a deep dent in another car.  However, his brother did not have a scratch.  The truck clamped my legs, but you lifted it up... – I suddenly realized my voice was choking, I couldn't continue.  I was agitated and could feel the tears welling up in my eyes;  I tried to hold them back by gritting my teeth.
Taehyung looks at me suspiciously.  But he was clearly nervous, just looking at his face could tell that he was trying to find excuses for himself.
- You think I lifted the truck off of you?  His voice was filled with suspicion about my lucid state, but that only made it harder for me to trust him.  He looks like a professional actor playing a role.
I nodded immediately, without thinking, my jaws still clenched.
-No one believes that, do you understand?-His voice was now full of mockery.
-I won't tell anyone," I said word for word, trying to control my anger.
A look of surprise flashed across Taehyung's face.
- Then why do you care about that?
-It matters to me-I insisted.
-Can't you just thank me and put that aside?
-Thanks-I said, but stubbornly waited.
- You won't give up, will you?
- Yes.
- Well then... Wish you always happy with your disappointment.
We both fell into silence, neither of us saying a word to anyone else, just staring at each other with scowls on our faces.  In the end, I was the first to speak, trying to keep my voice natural.  It was true that I was terrified by that murderous face over there.  Now, he looks like an angel... hell.
- You really don't mind walking out here with me?  Why so?
I asked nonchalantly.
Taehyung's gorgeous face suddenly fell, looking very scary.
-I don't know-Taehyung snarled.
Then suddenly that "disgusting person" turned his back and walked away straight away.
I was so angry that I wanted to die, it took me a few minutes before I could move my legs.  And I went in the wrong direction towards the end of the corridor.
In the waiting room was scarier than I thought.  It seems that all the faces I know in this town are gathered here... all of them are opening their eyes wide and looking like they want to swallow me up.  Dad almost jumped to my side, in this situation, I could only raise my hands... surrender.
-Now, there's nothing wrong with you-I was so sad when I announced that.
- What did the doctor say?
-Doctor Kim said I'm fine and I can go home- I sighed.  Baekhyun, Jisoo, Suho were also there, the three started walking quickly towards me – Come on, let's go – I urged.
Dad led me to the door, his arm hanging loosely around my back.  I awkwardly waved to my friends, implying that they didn't need to worry about me anymore.  Oh!  It was a relief to step into a police patrol car – for the first time in my life, I felt like that.
Silence enveloped the car we were sitting in.  I keep thinking about Jungkook in my head, so he's still there.  His defensive reactions in the great room were proof of the strange phenomena that I am certain that I, and no one else, witnessed from beginning to end.
Finally got home.  Dad was the first to break the silence.
- Hem... you can call me - Dad lowered his head, feeling apologetic.
I almost freaked out:
- Did you tell your mother?
- I'm sorry.
I got out of the car, slamming the door, it seemed... a bit heavy, right.
Mom had a temper tantrum... of course, to the point where I had to repeat thirty times that I was fine, then she would calm down.  Mom begged me to come back home – she forgot one thing was that her house was empty right now – but in the end, could her urgent requests be able to cope anyway?  It was as difficult as I thought.  I'm more mesmerized by Jungkook's mysterious appearance than by himself.  Obviously an idiot, stupid, stupid.  I don't have the slightest intention of wanting to leave Boseong as I should, this is a normal thing that anyone in my situation would probably do.
That night, I decided to go to bed early.  Dad still kept a worried look in his eyes as he looked at me, and that made me even more nervous.  I ended the situation by grabbing three Tylenol tablets from the bathroom.  And they worked;  When the pain subsided, I began to fall asleep.
That was the first night I dreamed of Kim Taehyung.