The man was rushed to the hospital saved by Tzuyu, of course. There was blood dripping down from chest to hand.

The floor was stained with darkish red blood. Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down her cheeks.

"Jjeuwi-ah! Gwenchana! He will get better alright? I think it's only one bullet." Chaeyoung couldn't think of any other words to cheer her up.

"No it's not ok!" She sniffles, "it was directly at the brain! Do you know how dangerous that could be? He may not s-survive!" Water spills down her face to the chin hanging.

"Think positive alright? Please don't think bad about him. He needs you to save him." Chaeyoung wipes her tears with a tissue.

"But—"

"We need backup! Flatline! Flatline!" A nurse yelled out. Tzuyu begins to cry heavenly running to room 404 where Jungkook was.

But doctors held her back.

"jungi! Let me go! I need to see him!"

"Sorry ma'am. We can't let you go there. So stop resisting!"

"Why won't you guys ever let people go see them before they get taken away?! Why?! Do you know how it feels if you don't get to talk to them before they pass?!"

"Tzuyu stop shouting..something might can get worse!"

"No chae! If I died. This would be you guys right now!"

A man walks up to Tzuyu, holding a clipboard.

"Ma'am. I'm sorry to say this, but.."

"The patient 'Jungkook' is a deceased* person."

...

*Deceased- Recently dead