Namjoon did not bother to look up as Jimin and then Jungkook left the room, using any excuse to leave. His emotions went from fear to shock, to numbness, to anger and back to fear again. He knew he was a mess and likely made the others nervous. He didn't know what to do for Felina and it was eating at him voraciously.

Felina softly moaned as her eyes fluttered open to gaze at Namjoon. Pain was evident in her eyes, and he settled the comforter back around her hips, so that he could look at the cut on her stomach. He spoke softly, "I'm sorry, but I need to look at this." He apologized as he slowly and carefully pulled her shirt up to look at the cut on her stomach. He winced at the cut that seeped blood. It was deep enough to possibly need stitches, but not deep enough to break through her stomach into her intestines. He reached for another towel at the bedside and gently pressed it into the wound, to stop the blood from leaking out.

It was her turn to wince as she gasped in pain, "You need to press a little harder, Joonah. It will hurt but I won't die." She told him, almost laughing at her own choice of words. She slowly licked her lips and continued, "I'm thirsty. Do you have water?"

Looking around Namjoon glowered fiercely at the contents of his room, "No. Um. I will get you some." He assured her and stood, then hesitated, "I don't want to leave you, though." He frowned down at her, apologetically, then looked up towards the open doorway. He gathered the air in his lungs and roared, "Jungkook! Bring a water bottle!"

Felina closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. Softly she spoke, "You can leave me long enough to get water, Joonah. It's okay." He looked down at her, with a pained expression on his face, then reluctantly turned towards the door with a brisk nod, saying nothing else.

Before he was able to take two steps, Jungkook showed up at the door, carrying an arm full of water bottles, his expression serious and earnest. He adjusted the bottles in his arms and maneuvered his grip, handing a bottle of water to Namjoon, then placed the others on the floor next to the bed. He saw that Felina was awake and tried to smile at her, but his emotions turned his smile to a grimace. His attempt to
reassure her didn't matter, though. His eyes told her all she needed to know. He was afraid of her, but also afraid for her. He knew what she was, and he didn't know what to think about that, but he wanted to support his hyung, so he was here and he wasn't going to let them down. Felina half smiled back at him, then closed her eyes briefly.

Namjoon twisted the cap off of the water bottle in his hands and sat near Felina. He propped her up against his torso lightly and helped her to take a few sips of the water, then settled her back down. Looking up at Jungkook he asked, "Jin is boiling water?"

"Uh, yes. He's trying to fill a large pot from the kettle. So it's taking a little bit of time." Jungkook answered, "He's almost done, though."

Nodding, Namjoon looked back at Felina and moved her hair away from her face. She opened her eyes and gazed at him, taking his hand in hers. He frowned and held onto her firmly, gazing down at their joined hands, "You aren't supposed to be comforting me, Lina. I'm supposed to be taking care of you now."

Trying not to laugh, Felina closed her eyes again and responded weakly, "You know me well, Joonah."

"I do. I know you very well." He declared and used the hand that was not occupied with hers to smooth over her cheek, moving his fingers over the hairline and into her hair, "Your hair is tangled. I can brush it for you later." He offered.

"I would like that." She said as she tiredly closed her eyes again, "Very much."

Namjoon smiled softly and smoothed his hand over her hair, ignoring the tangles. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently and she hummed out a faint breath at the touch, her eyes remaining closed.

Movement at the door caught Namjoon's attention, and he looked past Jungkook to see Yoongi bringing in the bags, Felina's cell phone in his hand. He dropped the bags and moved out of the doorway and further into the room, "She has a call." He told the other man and handed him the phone. Namjoon took the phone from Yoongi and stood, releasing Felina's hand in the process. He walked away from the bed, putting the phone to his ear, as Seokjin came into the room, followed by Jimin, who held a first aid kit in his hands. Seokjin lugged a large pot of water and sat it down on the side table, moving the towels out of the way in the process. He stopped and stared at Felina but did not look shocked, appearing almost calm.

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Seokjin sat at the perimeter of the bed and examined the cut on Felina's stomach and the knife half hidden in her side, wrapped up in a towel. He pried back the towel and attentively ripped her shirt away from the knife to get a good look at the wound as he licked his lips slowly, "This really doesn't look good." He said, grimacing at the sight of the knife in her side. He was oddly fascinated by the wound and queasy at the same time. He reached for a towel and dipped it into the water, wrung the cloth out and placed it at the edge of the wound, gently wiping the blood away. He noticed the burned fringe where the metal adjoined the skin and murmured, as he leaned over her, "Why is your skin burnt, Felina?" He looked into her face, as if to find an answer there and saw her eyes were open. Feeling embarrassed to be caught in the act of, both looking at her naked skin, and the vocalization of his reticent musings, he blushed, and blinked in surprise, as he sat up straight, "Ya. Sorry."

"Don't be." She croaked, her voice catching on the dryness in her throat, "It's normal for my kind. Uncured metal can burn us."

"Damn." He exclaimed softly, "That must make it even worse." He resolved to return to his ministrations and gingerly smoothed the towel over her skin, wiping the blood clean, "We don't really know what we are doing." He explained, "With you, I mean. Namjoon should have taken you to the hospital, but Yoongi told me you couldn't go."

Closing her eyes again, Felina rested, not responding as Seokjin continued to talk, "But he said it's 'cause you aren't human and can't go to a hospital. So..." His words trailed off, as he felt his movement stilled, her hand covering his.

"It's fine. I will be healed soon enough." She disclosed, releasing his hand again, as she rested it at her side.

"Oh yes. Yoongi said that too. He said, 'Don't take the knife out. She could bleed out. She isn't human. A fairy or something.' and then he said, 'We can't take her to the hospital, so her people are coming in a few days to help her.'" He began wiping at the blood on her skin again, now moving to her stomach, where the slash against her abdomen glared at him angrily. He turned to the pot of water and rinsed the towel in it, repeating his previous motions to allow him to tend to her further, "I went off on Yoongi a little. I yelled at him, asking him why didn't you go to the hospital. That was his response."

Felina took in his words and closed her eyes against the pain as Seokjin began to wipe at the blood again, "I can see what he means, though. That you don't even look human." He stared at her face, "One look at you and they'd probably call the army to take you away." He stared at her a little longer, taking in her features and shook his head feeling the surrealism settling in. He moved to rinse the towel again as Namjoon approached the two, sitting next to Seokjin on the bed.

Leaning forward, Namjoon took her hand and stroked her cheek with his other hand to sooth her and announced quietly, "I just spoke to Fenestra. She said someone will be here soon to help. I gave her our address."

Felina opened her eyes, gazing up at him, then closed them again, speaking with a tired sigh, "Thank you, Joonah. I did say it would be fine."

"You did. I know." He bit his lip, nibbling at the edge of it, "But I'm going to worry until you are better, you know?"

Exhausted, she did not open her eyes, barely nodding, "I know." She whispered.

Namjoon looked at Seokjin's movement, watching him work around the wounds, to clear as much of the blood as possible. Fresh blood seeped down onto the pillow and the shirt tucked half under her. Namjoon wondered if maybe his friend was making it worse. "I don't know if that's helping, Jin." He announced, fear and uncertainty, lacing his tone. He turned towards where Jimin had left the first aid kit on the bed, and looked up to see that the other two were hovering near the bed, with Yoongi leaning against the side of the open doorway. Releasing Felina's hand, Namjoon picked up the kit and opened it, rifling through the contents. He pulled out a disinfectant packet and handed it to Seokjin, "Use this, at least. On her stomach. We can do that much."

Seokjin took the ointment meant to disinfect cuts and opened the packet. He carefully smoothed it over the edge of the cut and into it as she held her breath with the pain of contact, "Sorry. So sorry." He told her, as he glanced at her face, then back at the cut on her stomach.

"It's not necessary." She told him in little gasps of air, "It won't get infected."

"What?" Namjoon asked, "How is that possible?" He took the packet from Seokjin and set it aside.

Felina closed her eyes again, exhaustion evident in her voice, "I just need the knife removed, my wounds stitched up and to rest. I won't become ill as you would. Our wounds do not become infected. My immunity is a fortress." She elucidated, but not giving him any real details. He didn't need to know that the metal of the blade was burning her and poisoning her blood to some extent. "Just let me rest for now." Her eyes remained closed during her speech and she did not open them again, but she sluggishly moved her hand, seeking out his and he took her hand. He gestured to Seokjin, who ripped open a package of gauze and gingerly laid it out on the wound on her stomach, then taped it down, using the tape from the kit. He took a fresh towel and wrapped it around the knife, careful not to jar the weapon, and moved the comforter back over her body.

Namjoon gestured to the others to leave the room and called out to Yoongi, before the other man left, as well, "Let me know when help gets here, okay?"

Yoongi nodded and responded quietly, "Yes. I will." As he slowly closed the door on the two lovers, he observed Namjoon cautiously moving into the bed next to her. Namjoon carefully adjusted her body as he did so, so that she could lay in his arms,  gazing down at her sleeping form with love and worry. He adjusted the comforter over both of them, as he settled down to stand vigil over her. Yoongi clicked the door shut on the two and stepped down the hall into the kitchen to speak with the others. The guys would expect a better explanation than they'd already had, and he would give it, if he could, this early morning.