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"I am sorry to announce that Number 11 has inflicted a wound on his arm."
There's a short buzzing sound from the door and Lu Han, shock-still with his hand on the door knob, can feel the lock springing open. There must be an electric door opener that can be controlled by their captor. Lu Han barges into the room immediately, followed by some of the others. The first thing they see is Jongin lying amidst wooden splinters that look like pieces of the destroyed door of the cabinet above the sink. The voice continues while Lu Han drops to his knees and lifts Jongin's head, patting his cheeks and pleading for him to wake up.
"The wound is not lethal for now but Number 11 is in need of medical treatment."
Joonmyun, who kneels beside Lu Han, carefully lifts Jongin's bloody arm and turns it around to inspect the wound. Wild cuts and scratches criss-cross his wrist, making his number completely unreadable. Small rivulets of blood run down his arm. Involuntarily, Lu Han looks down at his own wrist and imagines how desperately Jongin must've wished to erase the damned red marking. It seems that he had broken the cabinet door to use the wooden splinters to slash his arm. Had he avoided the artery on purpose or was it pure luck? Lu Han's hands are shaking and he feels tears prickling in the corners of his eyes as he is suddenly confronted with the reality than one of them might contemplate suicide.
"This is a rather unexpected outcome. Very interesting. The experiment will be adjusted accordingly. Antiseptic and bandages will be provided under certain conditions that shall be announced soon."
On the floor, there's a small puddle of blood. Even with the drawling, mechanical voice in the air, Lu Han can hear someone gasp behind him and when he looks up, he sees Zitao standing over him, peering down at the scene with blanched, tight lips. A last rustle of static and the speaker goes silent again.
"If you can't stand the sight of blood, back the fuck up." Lu Han doesn't mean to, but he snaps at the younger and feels sickening guilt as soon as the words leave his mouth. But it's too late to take them back; Zitao storms out of the small room and lets out a strangled scream before taking his rage out on the steel door, kicking and pounding. "I don't want them to die! I promised I won't let them!" Someone starts crying. It sounds like Sehun. Chanyeol's deep voice murmurs soothingly.
Baekhyun and Jongdae, having woken up, approach the bathroom with Kyungsoo in tow. Lu Han can see the same helplessness in their bleary eyes that he feels.
"Shouldn't we wrap his arm to stop the bleeding?" Kyungsoo reaches for the towel and eyes the mouldy piece of cloth doubtfully.
"Not with that dirty thing," Jongdae argues and Joonmyun nods in agreement before speaking up in his leader voice. "Let's take him back to the main room and wait for the antiseptic and bandages. Everything we have here is so dirty that we'd risk infecting his wound."
With combined strength, they carry Jongin to the other room and bed him on one of the mattresses. Sehun crawls over to the still unconscious boy and pulls his torso into his lap, cradling his head in the crook of his elbow and lifting the wounded arm up high with his free hand.
"What the hell are you doing? You're hurting him," Kyungsoo says with a frown when Sehun doesn't put Jongin's arm down.
"It slows the bleeding," Sehun claims with a defiant tone in his choked voice, and at the sight of his grim, tear-stained face, nobody has the heart to argue with him.
The speaker crackles.
"For the next step of our experiment, we need volunteers. If you're willing to participate in a new task, after the completion of which you will be provided with the necessary medical equipment to treat Number 11, please step forward."
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