"Is Tae going to be okay? He's not moving." He was still breathing, he could see his chest rise and fall but he wasn't an idiot. He knew that he'd been hit in the head a lot tonight, it was possible that there would be swelling he couldn't see or some kind of damage there. The fear made him want to be sick, he couldn't lose Tae. "I need him, I can't lose him! I can't, Yoongi."

"He'll be fine, he's a fighter." Namjoon came back over, just checking on Tae without touching him. "I saw the lights of the ambulance, they're on their way down to us."

Ten didn't expect to see Hobi hyung again and especially not in any positive way. He expected Hobi to kill him, to not care, to shatter the illusion he had of him and do what Cheon expected he would do. Instead, he was crying. Odd. Ten went to reach up and wipe them away but his cuffed hands didn't want to work and remained limp. "I'm sorry, hyung. I had to do it. I didn't want to die." Cheon scared him so much. "Please don't cry for me. I'm no good."