Bad Things Happen
@phyoongi
Seyong was getting more and more cocky by the moment, or were his rivals getting smarter? Whatever the case may be, he was hurt. Seriously hurt. His arm was decorated in multiple cuts and they seemed to be bleeding at a nonstop rate. He wrapped a piece of clothing around it to try and stop the bleeding. This had to be around the fourth time in around a month and a half, too many times by his count. It was beyond the point where the cuts felt good, they left nothing but pain upon Seyong’s body. He needed help and somewhat fast.
He didn’t want to seem like a drama queen but it was the truth. Where was that damn healer when you needed him? Yoongi was his name if he remembered correctly. Regenerative healing, what an amazing power to have. Much better than his own power, couldn’t even use it to his advantage. What a waste of fucking space he thought to himself. This was probably the first time he had ever said that about himself, which was a weird thought.
Stumbling about with curious looks was starting to piss him off, almost as if people were afraid of helping him. Damn himself for being part of the government at times like these. Yoongi’s place wasn’t far off and it had felt like he had been walking for what seemed like forever. He had started to become lightheaded, almost as if he was going to pass out but he wouldn’t let that happen. Least he wanted himself to pass out in the middle of the street so the people who did this could finish him off.
Entering Yoongi’s facility he caught sight of him straight away, giving a deep sigh of relief. ‘’Yoongi!’’ he yelled, getting the others attention almost immediately. ‘’I need medical assistance...’’ Gritting his teeth he held his amr in pain, walking closer to the other male. ‘’Please..’’ It wasn’t something he said very often, so it must of meant something.
