seven minutes

━━ one's other half.

WITH A DISARRAYED FIGURE, Rin remained nonchalant about the couple of peers he's getting as he ran through the foyers of the private hospital that Yoichi was confined in for almost two years now. Also two years of him suffering from an illness that has no listed cure or apparent survivors.

The bold tangerine freshener who's nuzzling through Rin's nostrils made him ill, terminally sick from its ambrosial whom he's smelling every single time that Yoichi's guardian would call him out of nowhere, probably because of some complication in his bestfriend's health.

Although he's a promising doctor who chose dermatology as his first specialization, he still ended up being in the surgical area - preferrably or certainly for the cancer patients, bone marrow and blood. Prior to alter what his brother took, that's where he is right now.

And even with that profession of his, he's still not really used to working at a private hospital since the ambiance around the area is just blinded with nothing but serene - too much serene that it may come out as if all of the patients along the halls are already done with their lives.

He hates and loves his job at the same time, that's a given considering the fact that it's still his chosen course and profession. What just makes him sick is the odious smell of the freshener and the painful screams of the people who lost their love ones. He can't bear that, neither can he endure the sullen of losing a patient.

And no, he's not an apathetic person who feels nothing if he announces someone's death or if his co-doctor failed their patient, he just can't really cope up with the thought of losing someone - it makes him puke, vomit, dizzy, whatever.

His only escape is sleep, dream even... that maybe the souls he lost in his line of job is now freed from the pain of life. Sleeping then dreaming became his own sort of comfort, the reason of solitude he thought to seek.

"I need to check on his vitals first. Did he take the antibiotics I prescribed last time?" He asked as soon as he arrived at Yoichi's room.

Though he wouldn't admit himself, the situation of his friend really pained him since the lime-haired boy is all pale and unnerving, thin and just lying there whilst dozing off to sleep, not even opening his eyes once in each week; Narcolepsy, it is.

"He had a small seizure in his sleep. Probably a nightmare but he's all fine now, doc." The nurse beside Rin who got ahead of the message went to inform of him whilst he just nodded in response before staring at Yoichi who's still sleeping peacefully on the soft cushions of his bed.

Is his dream too good that he doesn't want to wake up anymore? That's the question that Rin wants anyone, just anyone to answer and yet, that anyone remained silent. Even his soulmate beside him looks the complete opposite of him, she looked sleepless by just how thick her eyebags were and knowing that Yoichi's time left in this world were all engraved on her wrist? She's devastated for sure.

Rin sighed with that thought, fetching his glasses before cleaning it's translucent lid using his uniform. By completely determining that Yoichi's state is fine, he then bowed on his Mom and soulmate as regards before leaving his room to went on a clockwork and check on the other patients.

His mind is clouded, lip dried, and tired by the constant calls of his patients that he didn't even notice this lady walking with him together to see where he's going. No, she's not his private patient but everybody around the building recommended him as a perfect doctor who can find a suitable prescription for her illness and thus, she followed him here and there just for a small talk.

But until his last stroll came after almost three hours of finding for him, he didn't really divert his attention to her one bit, not even a glance nor a small pat to make her heed that he already saw her. All of that had her thinking if she's already dead in his eyes or if she already died and now she's nothing but just a piece of soul wandering around the area.