The world became a blur of wet asphalt and streaking headlights. Y/N didn’t remember the rest of the ride. The scooter’s engine screamed, a raw, desperate sound against the drumming rain, as she wove through traffic with a recklessness that would have made Taehyung pale. All that existed was the echo of that single, choked word.

She skidded to a halt outside the hospital’s emergency entrance, the scooter lurching sideways before she slammed a foot down to steady it. She didn’t bother with the kickstand, just let it lean against a railing as she ripped off her helmet, her breath coming in ragged gasps that fogged the cold, sterile air. She pushed through the heavy automatic doors, the bright, unforgiving fluorescence a shocking contrast to the dark, rainy night.