weakness of queens - Chapter 22: Chapter 22
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Lisa's POV
The world around me blurred as the sound of the explosion still rang in my ears. Smoke and debris filled the air, but none of it mattered. All I could see was Jennie, unconscious and half-buried under the rubble.
"Jennie, wake up!" My voice cracked as I brushed the dirt from her face, hands trembling. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound.
She let out a weak cough, her eyes fluttering open. Relief crashed into me like a tidal wave, but it didn't last long.
"We need to move," Jisoo's voice cut through my panic. "The whole place could come down any second."
I nodded, swallowing back my fear. Carefully, I wrapped an arm around Jennie, pulling her up as gently as I could. She winced, but she didn't complain. That was so like her-always trying to seem strong, even when she was barely holding on.
With the help of Rosé and Seulgi, we navigated through the wreckage, dodging falling debris and broken beams. The air was thick with smoke, and my lungs burned with every breath. But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Jennie out of here alive.
Safehouse Retreat
By the time we reached the safehouse, the adrenaline had worn off, replaced by exhaustion. The moment I stepped inside, I carried Jennie straight to the medical room. Irene followed closely behind, worry etched into her face.
Rosé had a gash on her arm, Jisoo had bruises forming along her side, and Seulgi looked like she had taken one too many punches. But we were all alive.
That should have been enough. But as I looked at Jennie, still unconscious on the bed, my chest tightened with something else-something more than worry.
I hated this feeling. I hated the way my heart clenched at the thought of losing her. I hated the way she made me weak. But most of all, I hated how much I didn't care about any of that, as long as she was still breathing.
"Lisa."
I snapped out of my thoughts to see Irene watching me closely. Her sharp gaze softened slightly. "She's strong. She'll pull through."
I nodded, though the knot in my stomach didn't ease. I pulled a chair up beside the bed, refusing to leave Jennie's side.
"You should rest," Irene suggested.
"I'm not leaving her."
She sighed but didn't argue. Instead, she patted my shoulder before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the quiet sound of Jennie's breathing.
Jennie's POV
Darkness. That was all I felt at first. A deep, suffocating void pulling me under. But then, a voice-familiar, warm-cut through the haze.
"Please wake up."
Lisa.
I fought against the weight holding me down, forcing my eyes to open. My vision was blurry, but I recognized the figure beside me instantly. Her usually sharp features were softened by exhaustion, and I could see the worry she was trying so hard to hide.
"Hey," I croaked out, my throat dry and sore.
Lisa's head snapped up, and for a brief second, pure relief flashed in her eyes before she masked it with her usual smirk. "Took you long enough."
I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my ribs, making me hiss. Lisa was beside me in an instant, pressing a gentle hand to my shoulder. "Don't push yourself."
I rolled my eyes. "You sound like Irene."
Lisa chuckled, but the amusement didn't quite reach her eyes. Instead, she hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "You scared the hell out of me."
Something about her tone made my chest tighten. I knew Lisa. I knew how hard it was for her to admit when she cared about someone. And yet, here she was, wearing her heart on her sleeve for me to see.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm still here."
She nodded, but there was something unspoken in her gaze-something deeper, something dangerous. And for the first time, I wasn't sure if I was ready to face it.
But I knew one thing for certain: Lisa wasn't just a teammate, or a friend. She was something more. Something I wasn't sure I could afford to have.
And yet, I wanted her anyway.
The world around me blurred as the sound of the explosion still rang in my ears. Smoke and debris filled the air, but none of it mattered. All I could see was Jennie, unconscious and half-buried under the rubble.
"Jennie, wake up!" My voice cracked as I brushed the dirt from her face, hands trembling. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound.
She let out a weak cough, her eyes fluttering open. Relief crashed into me like a tidal wave, but it didn't last long.
"We need to move," Jisoo's voice cut through my panic. "The whole place could come down any second."
I nodded, swallowing back my fear. Carefully, I wrapped an arm around Jennie, pulling her up as gently as I could. She winced, but she didn't complain. That was so like her-always trying to seem strong, even when she was barely holding on.
With the help of Rosé and Seulgi, we navigated through the wreckage, dodging falling debris and broken beams. The air was thick with smoke, and my lungs burned with every breath. But none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Jennie out of here alive.
Safehouse Retreat
By the time we reached the safehouse, the adrenaline had worn off, replaced by exhaustion. The moment I stepped inside, I carried Jennie straight to the medical room. Irene followed closely behind, worry etched into her face.
Rosé had a gash on her arm, Jisoo had bruises forming along her side, and Seulgi looked like she had taken one too many punches. But we were all alive.
That should have been enough. But as I looked at Jennie, still unconscious on the bed, my chest tightened with something else-something more than worry.
I hated this feeling. I hated the way my heart clenched at the thought of losing her. I hated the way she made me weak. But most of all, I hated how much I didn't care about any of that, as long as she was still breathing.
"Lisa."
I snapped out of my thoughts to see Irene watching me closely. Her sharp gaze softened slightly. "She's strong. She'll pull through."
I nodded, though the knot in my stomach didn't ease. I pulled a chair up beside the bed, refusing to leave Jennie's side.
"You should rest," Irene suggested.
"I'm not leaving her."
She sighed but didn't argue. Instead, she patted my shoulder before walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the quiet sound of Jennie's breathing.
Jennie's POV
Darkness. That was all I felt at first. A deep, suffocating void pulling me under. But then, a voice-familiar, warm-cut through the haze.
"Please wake up."
Lisa.
I fought against the weight holding me down, forcing my eyes to open. My vision was blurry, but I recognized the figure beside me instantly. Her usually sharp features were softened by exhaustion, and I could see the worry she was trying so hard to hide.
"Hey," I croaked out, my throat dry and sore.
Lisa's head snapped up, and for a brief second, pure relief flashed in her eyes before she masked it with her usual smirk. "Took you long enough."
I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my ribs, making me hiss. Lisa was beside me in an instant, pressing a gentle hand to my shoulder. "Don't push yourself."
I rolled my eyes. "You sound like Irene."
Lisa chuckled, but the amusement didn't quite reach her eyes. Instead, she hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "You scared the hell out of me."
Something about her tone made my chest tighten. I knew Lisa. I knew how hard it was for her to admit when she cared about someone. And yet, here she was, wearing her heart on her sleeve for me to see.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'm still here."
She nodded, but there was something unspoken in her gaze-something deeper, something dangerous. And for the first time, I wasn't sure if I was ready to face it.
But I knew one thing for certain: Lisa wasn't just a teammate, or a friend. She was something more. Something I wasn't sure I could afford to have.
And yet, I wanted her anyway.
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