Chapter 53

The hospital director who happened to be a medic chased everyone from the room. Even though they left, I was sure the news would spread like wildfire around the hospital. It was frightening. The individual who sent the package was yet to be found. It was troubling that anyone would be confident enough to send such a thing without any apprehension whatsoever.

What was happening to this lovely world?

People with evil hearts were doing the most. My cuts were cleaned, disinfected, and bandaged. The cuts were not too deep to require stitches, thank God. However, the damage was done. I wouldn't be able to use my hands for a few days. Whoever sent it, got what she or he wanted. What did they want anyway? What was the end goal of all this?

" Avah, I didn't expect the situation will be so profound so fast?" The older man said.

" Me neither. I thought I was safe at work at the very least" I sighed

Turns out no place was safe for me to hide. I felt like I was trapped in a cage with no place to run. I knew something like this would happen eventually but not to this degree. This happened to be one of the reasons why I refused Namjoon's affection. I knew this sort of thing would happen to me or him. At least it happened to me when I was in a building filled with doctors.

I didn't want to imagine anything happening to him. I would have blamed myself.

" I don't think the hospital is an option for now"

I could see the worry in his eyes. His precious hospital was caught in our little drama.

" I'm sorry Sir," I tilted my head.

" You don't have to apologize, at least not you. The person who did this will be sued by the hospital as well for harming its employees. So don't worry, how about you take two weeks off and figure out your situation" he suggested

" It would be great to deal with this people who want to use fear against us. We will work with the police and catch them. Once again I apologize"

" Such a polite young woman," he said before he was interrupted by a commotion outside.

We glanced at each other when we heard footsteps approaching the room. Before long the door was flung open, and a very worried Namjoon flew in. He stopped at the door, his eyes scanning me and the doctor beside me. When he was satisfied, he came to my side, went down on one knee, and took my hands into his warm ones.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes wide with worry.

"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile.

He looked at me for a while like he was staring into my soul then turned to the doctor sitting next to me.

"Is she okay?" he asked, not satisfied by my answer.

The director smiled " She's fine. We cleaned her cuts which were not deep and bandaged them. She will receive a shot since the razors inside the box have rusted.

"Razors! Someone sent her razors!"

"Yes, the police have been notified. We will catch the person who did it."

His gaze shifted from the director and back to me, then to my bandaged fingers. I could practically hear the storm of introspections in his head. He raised my hands and placed tiny kisses on each finger. I felt warm and delighted when he worried about me even though I didn't want to worry him in the first place.

"I'll be fine" I whispered.

I heard running outside before the other members rushed in. They hovered around me checking if I was okay.

"I'm fine guys no need to worry"

They didn't seem to believe me because they all looked at Namjoon.

"Someone sent her rusted razors," he explained.

"Fuck!" Jungkook cursed.

" Are they insane? Some people must be insane" added Suga.

"We need to find the person who did this. They seem to know everything about Avah" piped Jimin.

While they spoke, the director left only to return with two detectives. The detectives were stunned when they saw all the BTS members encircling me. Their faces were filled with questions, but they didn't ask.

" Hello, my name is Hajoon, and my partner is Shiwon. We have been handling your case. We would like to ask you a few questions if that's okay with you."

They took out their notebooks and pens before any of us could respond.

"You can go ahead, detectives."

"Please explain in detail what occurred today," Hajoon asked.

Hajoon was tall, and bulky with a pretty face while Shiwon was shorter with deep dark eyes.

"I was done with my shift and about to head out when a nurse brought me a package. She said it was addressed to me. I thought it was from Namjoon, so I opened it. When I tried to remove some shredded papers on top, I was cut so I dropped the box."

"Do you have an idea who sent it?" Shiwon asked.

Namjoon and I rolled our eyes at the same time. If we knew who sent it, we wouldn't be here.

"I believe it's your job to find out" retorted Yoongi.

You can count on Yoongi to say exactly what everyone was thinking.

"We apologize," they bent their heads "We have talked to the nurse, and they said a girl brought the box to the front desk."

"Did they see her face?" asked Taehyung.

" She is working with a sketch artist to draw the culprit as we speak" he informed us.

Relief flooded our faces at the same tune. Maybe we will be able to put an end to this. With the culprit's face, we were one step closer to finding the bastard, sorry for my language.

"We will call you when we find something."

They gave us their business cards and left.

"How long will it take them to find her?" asked Jungkook.

" We can only wait."

" Let's hire a private detective, they might be faster" suggested Jin.

The oldest had spoken and we all listened. They started making calls to find the best private detectives in the country. Money was not an issue to them. We left the hospital shortly after when the coast was clear. We didn't want any more pictures of me circulating the internet.