This one might be a lil intense lol. This is based of a daydream I used to have regularly. I have no clue how my brain came up with this, but it did. Thanks brain.

The moment the touched down in london the atmosphere felt amazing. They loved london. The busy feeling of the bustling city always on the move. It felt like a milestone to be able to perform in london alone, let alone a notorious stadium like Wembley.

Yoongi stepped off the plane, breathing in the fresh, yet polluted air. He liked london, but also the sheer busy-ness of the city brought back old fears sometimes. He could technically walk around and explore the city like the others, but he was too afraid, looking at the sheer volume of crowds. Even looking at the street outside his hotel window, it was full of people walking back and forth, pushing through each other. He'd much prefer to stay in his hotel room in safety.

A few days later was the night of their first concert, and they were all nervous and excited. So far, the rehearsals went well. Everyone felt energised and in good shape, and everyones voices were fully intact. It was looking like tonight's concert would be a success.

The guys had had many accidents on stage before. They're no stranger to a sprained ankle or a stiff neck. They were all in good condition so far, but what was about to happen today, was nothing like they'd ever experienced...

The concert had gone well so far, nothing went wrong, everything was fine. They all went onstage to perform blood sweat and tears, and got into position. It started well, they were all in time, and the fans were screaming with excitement. Yoongi went to do a turn, when his foot got caught on something, causing him to trip.

He held his hands out to catch himself and everything was fine. Or so he thought. As he stood up, the first thing he saw was a waterfall of blood dripping out of his hand. Then as he started to feel the pain, he saw the cause of the bleeding. A stray nail was sitting on its end onstage. In his attempt to catch himself, the nail went. straight. through. his. hand. and out the other side.

The world started to spin around him as his stomach turned at the sight he saw. The music continued to blast in his ears as he looked up and saw fans with shocked faces as they saw the sheer amount of blood pouring from Yoongis hand. They muttered to each other until the word got around to the whole crowd that Yoongi was hurt, though no one was close enough to see the cause. He then looked into the wings to see staff members desperately telling him to get offstage. Next thing he knew he heard it being screamed into his earpiece.
MIN YOONGI GET OFF STAGE NOW.
He stumbled off, clutching his hand, his vision going fuzzy and his hearing went crackly as his body tried so hard to keep up with everything that was happening, all while he was feeling a hot white burning in the centre of his palm. He whimpered as he felt staff members push and shove him about backstage, and he felt himself being pushed down onto a chair. His right hand was pulled up high above his head and he felt the blood trickling down his arm. One last coherent thought popped into his head. What the fuck is going on?
"Yoongi can you hear me? You need to stay awake." He heard a staff member calling his name, and he looked up to see a huge bunch of tissues and bandages where his hand used to be. His hand burned so much it almost felt numb. He didn't dare try and move his fingers. He saw the vision of the black and rusted nail poking out the back of his hand. He couldn't help but sob at the thought of it. He was excited for this concert. It was a big moment for all of them to be back at wembley, and now he'd ruined it.

The others weren't sure whether to carry on, especially after they all got a glance of the puddle of blood on the stage to their right. They were all so worried for Yoongi that they struggled to carry on singing and dancing with tears in their eyes, but they still carried on, like the true professionals they are, until the end of the song, when they all quickly rushed backstage to see if Yoongi was even still alive.

"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?" Namjoon screamed with worry as he saw Yoongi with his hand hidden behind layers of now completely blood soaked tissues and bandages.
"He fell on a nail that's gone through his hand. There's no way he can carry on, but you need to make the decision, quickly, will you carry on without him or end the concert? It's your call." The stage manager asked urgently. Namjoons heart raced as he felt the pressure of needing to make the right decision. He looked over at his other band mates, all crying messes, shaking and sobbing. Even if they did carry on, it would be a terrible concert with no energy. The fans didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve for the concert to be completely called off either. Namjoon looked over at Yoongi, crying and struggling to stay awake, blood now dripping through the tissues and bandages. This wasn't any minor injury. This was serious.
"There's no way we can carry on. Call it off." Namjoon said, and the manager nodded, relaying the message to everyone through intercom.
"Don't worry, we'll make an announcement to the fans, they'll get a full refund, just don't worry about them right now. Just try and calm yourselves down. Help is on the way." The other members were quickly ushered to the green room away from the chaos to calm themselve down and be there for each other.

Being in the centre of a big city, an ambulance arrived quickly, and the paramedics were led through the maze that was backstage to Yoongi. They walked into chaos and mess, to put it nicely. The others had been kept away from Yoongi, much to theirs, and Yoongis, distaste. As much as Yoongi didn't want to worry the others, the loopiness from blood loss made him clingy. Besides, he was in a lot of pain. Who wouldn't want to be comforted when they're in that much pain.

"Hi sir, we're going to help you ok?" The paramedics said politely, though Yoongi had no clue what they were saying since he didn't speak English well enough to understand.
"What's his name?" The other one asked to the staff member that was with him.
"Oh, uh, Yoongi." The staff members replied, over pronouncing it so that the English paramedic wouldn't butcher his name too badly. Meanwhile the other one worked on placing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose to help try and keep him conscious through the pain.
"H-he can't speak English very well, but I'll translate for him." The staff member adds, and the paramedic simply nodded, getting back to work.
"So we're just gonna administer some painkillers and then get you down to hospital since this is quite a serious injury that cannot be treated here, ok?" The paramedic said, while the other rummaged around in the bag for a syringe to give Yoongi the painkillers. The staff member translated, and Yoongi whined, looking up at the staff member and asking with a shaky voice.
"Can the members come with me?" His eyes were sparkling and you could hear the pout in his voice. The staff translated for the paramedic, who then replied.
"I'm sorry but this is quite a serious injury so we'll need as much space in the ambulance as possible. Usually we'd say no one can come but since you're translating I'll allow you to come. The rest will just have to wait at the hospital I'm afraid." The paramedic said, feeling sympathetic for poor Yoongi. Yoongi was too busy crying over that news to feel the strong painkillers that were being pushed into his arm through a needle. It was only a few minutes later when he started to feel the pain in his palm die down that he realised he was given painkillers at all.
"You must be pretty traumatised with all this shaking, poor thing" the paramedic says, placing a blanket over his shoulders. Yoongi hadn't even noticed he was shaking at all until it was just pointed out. Now that the pain in his hand was not so bad, he started to realise everything else that was off about himself. His heart rate was through the roof, and he could feel it booming through his chest, which was starting to feel tighter and tighter. A feeling which was all too familiar for Yoongi. His breathing started to pick up as he desperately tries to calm himself down, but nothing was working. He reached his other hand up slowly to wipe tears from his eyes, but they were quickly replaced by fresh ones. His vision was still scattered with small dots twinkling and zooming around in his vision, and he couldn't focus on a single thing in his environment. Even though this wasn't knew, and had been happening the whole time, it suddenly all felt a lot more real to Yoongi. He was about to pass out. For real. and that only made the panic worse

Another two paramedics came in rolling a gurney, ready to whisk Yoongi away to a hospital.
"I'm just going to take a look at what's going on here ok?" The paramedic says, carefully peeling back the many layers of tissue and bandages to reveal Yoongis palm, the head of the nail sitting slap-bang in the middle. The other paramedic works quickly, replacing the mountains of tissue with proper medical gauze to help absorb the blood better, while the first paramedic moves round to the other side. She peels back the mountains of tissue and bandages once again, revealing the end of the nail, poking out the back of his hand by at least an inch. It was a gruesome sight, that's for sure. The second paramedic replaced the tissues on the other side with gauze once again, and taped it up to keep the gauze in place. It would also help to stop the bleeding at least a little bit by cutting off the circulation just a little bit like a tourniquet. However, while the paramedic was looking at his palm, Yoongi managed to catch a glimpse of his hand, covered in blood, a nail poking out the middle. It didn't look real. It looked like sfx from a horror movie or something. But this wasn't no horror movie. It was real life. He felt his body instinctually take a breath as his consciousness started to slip away.
"I can't-" is all he managed to mumble before his head dropped, and he was out cold.

"Okay okay let's just get him onto the gurney he's lost a lot of blood that's probably why he passed out. we need to get him to hospital. Stat." All 4 of the paramedics quickly got to work, lifting him onto the gurney, and wasted no time running through the corridors to the ambulance.

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Meanwhile in the greenroom, everyone was sat in silence, and there was not a dry face in the room. They hadn't even changed out of their costumes. Tae and Jimin were hugging each other as they cried while everyone else just sat crying to themselves. Eventually the silence was broken.

"What even happened?" Jin asked. He knew yoongi was hurt, badly, but he didn't know what happened.

"He... He fell, and went to catch himself but landed on a nail... There's now a nail straight through the middle of his palm..." namjoon mumbled, and jins eyes widened. He knew it was bad, but that bad? That's like the kinda stuff you see in movies, not in real life.

The were interrupted by the chaos coming from the corridor and saw paramedics rush past the window. The urgency in their voices didnt calm the members any, and they all froze with fear. They stayed frozen for a little while until their manager came in, making them all perk up, hoping for good news.
"Get changed boys, you'll be taken to the hospital where you can see Yoongi." The manager states simply.
"W-well, is he ok?" Namjoon asks, trying to read the managers facial expressions.
"We can't say for right now. Chances of him... yknow... are low. So don't worry about that. He's being taken to hospital right now to receive more blood since he bled out a lot. The only other risk to his life is the nail. Who knows where that nail is from, what potential infections it could cause after going through his hand like that. He's will be given shots for tetanus and stuff when he's recovered a little more, but honestly, who knows what's on that nail. We still have no clue what it's from or how it got there." The manager says honestly, and the others just sit in silence.

The concert was going so well. Then it all went down hill.

The fans sat nervously after blood sweat and tears ended, wondering what was going to happen. After a few minutes of silence, music started playing through the speakers, fans screamed, but they knew it wasn't songs that were on the setlist. It was the original studio versions of bts songs. After a few played, the music faded out, and an announcement played, echoing through the whole stadium.
Due to unforeseen circumstances, the concert will have to be cancelled from here on out. This was a difficult decision for everyone, but the concert could not carry on. We are sorry for any inconvenience, and we ask that you leave the stadium and make your way home safely. All ticket holders will get a full refund, that can be collected from the ticket desks here at the venue, or will be done virtually. Updates as to the members safety will be released on the bighit official twitter when said updates are ready to be made. Again, we are incredibly sorry for any inconvenience caused, and hope for a safe journey home for everyone.

Thank you for your cooperation.

And with that, the stadium was filled with the sobs and cries of disappointed and upset fans as they slowly make their way out of the stadium, clinging onto the memories that could have been made. Staff members were seen onstage cleaning up the large puddle of blood on the stage. By this point it was already spread all over Twitter that Yoongi was severely hurt. Of course a hashtag was started, fans desperately trying to give any support they good towards the boys and what they could be going through.

When Yoongi came to, he peeled his heavy eyes open to see he was in hospital, lying in a bed in a bright room with blinding lights. He heard people saying around him "he's awake hes awake" alongside the sounds of metal equipment clinking and being moved around. The atmosphere was generally chaotic. He saw a face fall into his vision, but it was one he didn't recognize. A sweet blonde nurse with a sweet smile was gently trying to talk to him, though from a mix of being woozy and also not speaking English, to him it just sound like a jumble of sounds. He whines and whimpers from confusion, making the nurse frown a little.

"I dont... understand..." Yoongi manages to mumble in korean, making the nurse look around with worry. There was no one around to translate for him right now.
"We don't happen to have any staff that speak korean do we?" The nurse asks, remembering the staff member saying he spoke korean.
"I'll make a call and see if we can find someone." Another nurse said, leaving to go on a search for help, but for now, they were left clueless, not knowing what they could do. Yoongi looked down and saw his hand, a nail still stuck through it. Memories came flashing back as he remembered why he was here, whats happened. He closed his eyes, willing himself to just fall back asleep so he didn't have to deal with the intense fear he felt in this moment. Being severely injured in a country that wasn't his own, no one around him to speak a language he could understand.

"Yoongi, please stay awake for me." The nurse said, gently shaking his shoulder a little, after seeing his eyes drift closed again. He understood most of that sentence, but he wasn't going to comply. He didn't want to stay awake. He wanted to sleep so he didn't have to deal with this. At that point he heard another person enter the room, and some muttering, before he clearly heard the words, in his own language "Yoongi! I'm a nurse here, I speak korean so I can help you ok?" His eyes opened a little, and saw the new face of a korean nurse, a comforting presence after being surrounded by english and sounds and words he didn't understand.

"You need to stay awake so that we know you're safe and well, ok?" She said gently
"But i'm not well! I have a fucking nail through my hand!" Yoongi exclaimed. He wouldn't usually swear at people but he couldn't help it right now.
"I know, I know it must be scary but we're going to help you ok? We're going to get the nail out soon ok?" Yoongi just sighed, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't want to have to see what was going on. He then felt the oxygen mask that was on his face get slipped off and replaced with a different mask.
"This is just nitrous oxide, it'll help with the pain while we take it out, ok?" The nurse explained.

It didn't take long before Yoongi felt the effects of the nitrous oxide, and he started to feel loopy. He even started giggling over nothing. The nurse giggles along with him.
"It's funny, isn't it?" She says with a giggle, and Yoongi just continues to giggle over nothing, until he feels a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down to see needles being poked into his hand. He wasn't fond of that. He shakes his head, whining and whimpering with fear. The nurse shushed him, and explained what the needles were for.
"The needles are to numb it so we can take the nail out without hurting you ok?"

Yoongi couldn't help but watch as he saw the doctor desperately try and pull the nail out of his hand, using fancy medical tweezers. Although this hand was numb, he could still feel it, it just didn't hurt. It was a strange feeling. Feeling a nail being pulled out of the middle of his palm but it not hurting in the slightest. When it was finally out, it felt pretty good, but his stomach turned when he saw a clean hole in the middle of his palm, and he could see through the other side. He groaned, feeling his stomach flip and turn.

"I-I don't feel good..." Yoongi mumbled.
"You gonna throw up?" The nurse asked, ready to grab the emesis bowls that were on the counter on the other side of the room. Yoongi nodded, and the nurse quickly grabbed the bowls and help it under Yoongis chin, while another nurse pulls the oxygen mask off. Yoongi retches a few times before bringing up a string of stomach bile, since he didn't have much in his stomach. They never ate before concerts. The nurse gently wiped his mouth down with a tissue, resting a gentle hand on his back.

"Can you translate for him, nurse?" The doctor says, and she nods, and the doctor went on explaining what would happen.
"We need to leave the wound open for a day, in case any infections occur, since it will be harder to treat if the wound is stitched. We'll bandage it and check on it regularly, and if you go a day without any infection occurring, we'll stitch it up." The nurse translates that all for Yoongi, though frankly he's too exhausted from it all to question anything.
"Are my friends here?" Yoongi asks weakly.
"Yes, don't worry a nurse is going to get them now. You can relax now. The hard part is over." The nurse says with a sweet smile and a gentle hand on his shoulder, before pulling the blankets up a little higher and giving him an encouraging pat.
The many nurses and doctors that were all crowded in the room make their way out, leaving just the nurse, the head doctor and Yoongi in the room.

The doctor had just finished bandaging you Yoongi's hand when the 6 members made their way into the room, glad to see Yoongi was alive, though the many wires attached to him and his pale complexion didn't fail to scare them.
"Are you ok, hyung?" Namjoon asks softly.
"What does it look like?" Yoongi says, with a deadpan tone, as he closes his heavy eyes, leaning back against the bed that had been lifted up into a sitting position.
"...I'm sorry that happened Hyung." Namjoon said awkwardly.
"Why are you sorry? Did you do it?" Yoongi says, narrowing his eyes at Namjoon, he was clearly still a little loopy from all the pain meds. A nurse came in with a couple shots to give Yoongi, including ones for tetanus and other similar diseases that could be caught from incidents like this one. Yoongi sighed and rolled his eyes. He's been poked with enough things today, he doesn't need to get more shots.
"Sorry, you need the shots to keep you safe. It won't take long." The nurse says, preparing the first one. The others look around awkwardly, Hoseok and taehyung were cowering and cringing at the sight of needles, while the others felt sympathy for poor Yoongi.
"...it has to go on your buttocks..." the nurse says. She didn't feel awkward about it cause she'd done it a million times before. But when the Korean nurse translated for Yoongi he looked at her with a death stare that just spoke for him. No.
"Umm, we'll move over." Namjoon says, beaconing for the others to move to the other side of Yoongis bed to help give him at least some privacy. Luckily they'd cut off his costume (much to the stylists horror, as they'd have to sew it all back together again) and replaced it with a hospital gown, so the back was open, and the nurse had easy access to...
"Can't it go in my arm or something?" Yoongi said, praying to god they'd say yes. But apparently god wasn't available to hear his prayers.
"I'm sorry, it has to go there. Just roll on to your side and relax it'll be over eventually." With a long sigh and a moan Yoongi rolled onto his side, lifting his legs up, and screwing his eyes shut. He felt a cold breeze as the nurse lifted the blanket, and then the chill of the nurse cleaning a small patch on one of his butt cheeks. He could just feel his (face)cheeks getting red at the embarrassment. I accidentally landed on a nail. I didn't ask to be embarrassed like this.
He hissed at the sting of the needle, eyes a ruching closed even more. He felt that sting a few more times as he got two other shots, before it was finally over. He felt the blanket pulled back over him and the cool breeze stopped, but he stayed on his side, hiding behind his hands. He let out a long moan of embarrassment that was muffled by his hands and the others looked around awkwardly.
"...are you ok hyung?" Taehyung asks awkwardly, and Yoongi just moaned again.

"It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts"

Cliff hanger oooooooo. Don't worry there will be a part 2 😁 anyway, how have y'all been recently? I keep getting headaches it annoying. Sorry it took a little longer to update I got a bit of writers block.
Anyway I can't be assed to say anything else cause hEaDaChE 🤕
Anyway, see ya in the next one.
안녕!!!!! 👏🏻