"He knows how to take a beating and he was still making sense not that long ago. Can't have hurt his brain that much." No, Yoongi didn't actually know any of that, but Jimin was distressed and he wanted to make him feel better. "Namjoon, take Hobi and ride in the ambulance. I'll meet you later." No, he didn't want to leave Jimin, but he had responsibilities and an asshole in the trunk. "Jungkook, you're with me." He didn't think Jungkook needed a reminder of the hospital this soon.

"Stop saying stupid things, I'll cry for you as much as I damn well please." J-Hope reached down to stroke Ten's hands, wishing he had something to open the handcuffs with, but at least he could hold his hand gently, hating how broken Ten looked. J-Hope reached into his bag, the one he'd brought his gun and ammo in, and produced the hat he'd given to Ten only hours ago. Seemed like days or months right now. He carefully placed it on his head, not sure what he could say that would be as effective as the gesture. "I'm not letting anyone hurt you, you hear that? I'd rather fight Suga over it."