RM doesn't say anything for a moment. "It was the hospital." He finally says. "Or at least, Maria's manager."
BTS roleplay. this does include some topics you might not be comfortable with. *read at your own risk
Lana shoots her head up and drops the pacifier, falling out of her headspace. “W-What happened?”
RM shakes his head. "An accident apparently. She got hit while taking a walk after practice."
Tears began rolling down lana’s face. “No! No! No! This is all my fault, if I hadn’t freaked out on her, she never would’ve been in that accident! We have to go see her!” She was sobbing, pacing whacking Joon’s Chest uselessly. She didn’t know what she’d do without Maria
RM hugs her. "Hey. Easy. None of it was your fault. The driver was drunk." He says softly, kissing her forehead, running a hand through her hair. "We will. I'll call the band and we'll go and visit her, okay?"
“Yes! Yes it is my fault!” She sank to the ground with a hard thud
RM shakes his head. "Lana. That is not true. Stop that thinking right now." He takes her wrists gently into his hands. "She's going to be okay. Okay? None of it was your fault. I know for a fact she doesn't want you to beat yourself up about it."
“Well she’s not here to dictate what I do.” She huffed, refusing to look into his eyes
RM shakes his head. "Lana. We're going to go see her. All of us. She's going to be okay. No matter what. She's a fighter. You know that. She adores you." He hugs her tightly. "She's going to be okay."
“No, she hates me now. And everyone else will to I when they find out that I put her in that position, I know I would. I already do.”
RM sighs and shakes his head. "Let's go pack, Lana. She needs us right now. she'll tell you what she thinks when we see her. But I know her. She doesn't hate you." He kisses her forehead.
Lana sat for a minute before silently walking to her room to shove a couple outfits into her black suitcase with the words normal people scare me
RM did the same, dialing the band before explaining the situation. Each group members had their own reaction of course.
“Ugh, do you want me to go back into the bathroom for another half hour? It’s fine by me.” He said walking back down the hall
Kris whines, rushing and hugging him from behind. "No No it's fine! Let's go" She pauses at Jimin's phone call. "What happened…?"
Kookie was heartbroken, but held it in ti rush home and pack.
"Kris, pack your bags. We're going to America, Maria is in the hospital." He said grimly, walking into the bedroom.
Lana knew she probably wasn't going to slip anytime soon, she couldn't. In order to stop herself she didn't pack a single little item. She set her suitcase down and opened it to reveal nothing but black. Black clothes, black shoes, black toothbrush, there wasn't a single ounce of color. She had changed her current outfit too. She was now wearing a black sweatshirt with the words "anti social club" and a black skirt with black and white striped socks, a black beanie, dark makeup, black heeled boots, and her silvery lavender hair done In messy French braids. “You ready?” She asked nonchalantly, zipping the bag and grabbing her backpack.
RM was waiting. He looks up and nods. "Let's go meet the boys…" He kisses her forehead gently. He was worried about her.
Kris was taken aback, but follows him to her room, reaching up to get the suitcase.
"I- uh… If we have to.." she sighed quietly. She made no aknowledgment of Joon's kiss like she usually did. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, tears threatening to spill, but she quickly dismissed them.
Jimin finished packing and waited at the door for Kris to finish so they could drive to the airport.
Namjoon sighs softly. "It's okay." He says softly. "She's a fighter you know that. I know for a fact she won't hate you." He takes her hand and smiles gently. He was trying to be assuring for her, but he wasn't sure it was working.
Lana knew he was trying to help. But she had made it a habit to shut people out when she got upset. "Are we going?" She asked, trying to sound monotonous, but her voice cracked on the last word.
RM nods, squeezing her hand before heading out of the house.
Maria woke up slowly, pain spreading through her body. She groans, her head pulsing. Her hands shook. "Easy." A doctor says gently. She looks up, her eyes wide with fear. "Calm down. I'm Doctor Xander." She looked around and clutched her head. "What happened? Where am I…?" she whispers.
Together Lana and Joon arrive at the airport and meet the others. (Also, new rule, I don't care if you swear anymore)
They board the plane, Namjoons hand never leaving Lana's.
Maria looks around and blinks a few times. "You were in a car crash." The doctor explains. "Your body has obtained extreme amounts of injury. I'm aware that you are a dancer, a performer. But I'm sorry. That's not an option for a very long time." He says softly. She blinks. No… She can't lose her life. Her passion… No…
Lana pulls away after they take their seats, frowning out the window. She's always imagined her first trip to America would be exciting. Not depressing. She eventually fell asleep, something she did normally when she felt sad, she did it to drown out reality
The doctor left her to her misery. She hated being alone. She wished for at least someone to come to her rescue. To wake up and learn this was a dream. She looks at the ceiling, looking dead.
Lana could only wonder how Maria felt. She felt bad that she was on the hospital because of Lana's stupid overreacting brain
Mar tried to turn onto her side but cried out in pain. She sighs and looks at the x rays. Not good…
Kris comes back, then she realized what had happened. "Jimin! Why did you stay? You missed the flight with the others"
(Idk…but because I was gone…)