Genre: Angst, BE - contains triggering topics such as suicide and mental illness.
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The clock struck 3 in the morning, sound of metal clanging echoes around the corner, Jeno sips his cup of coffee, eyes restrain from his computer as he reaches for the lollipop stack underneath his table.
He hates morning shifts like this.
Just as he about to take a break and breaths some fresh air before continuing his duty, his coworkers come rushing in, barge through the hospital door, panting. Sound of the ambulance ring, the signal of grief and bleeding soul.
The surrounding atmosphere stiffen, his peers run up to him and quickly for assistant
"Nurse Jeno, there is an incoming patient that had a head injuries and need to be in the ER quickly"
Jeno walks out onto the hospital's hallway, pacing himself towards the lying patient and pushes him towards the ER. Next to him, the man, who Jeno assumes is the patient loved one tears falling down onto his shirt as he whispers to the lifeless patient to hold himself together.
The scene was stark and tragic, great tremor taken over the man as the ER is nearby. He felt completely useless. Drops of grief start to build up more than he could handle as he broke down onto his knee.
Jeno, as a gleeful man he is, was assigned by the others to help out the broken guy. The yellow-haired male face was hidden behind his hands. Stream of tears leak through it as he sniffed in desperation and utter regret. Sound of continuous mumbling of one word
"My lover ..."
As Jeno pulls him off the cold ground, the man hands shaking as it gradually leave his face, revealing an eyes, soulless and mundane, even more than the patient that was push into the ER a while ago.
The sound of crying doesn't stop, in persist and drag on even when he is already placed on the chair with Jeno comforting hands over him. He keeps mumbling the word, as if it's a magic spell, a curse or something filled with power that once being spoken for long enough, would return back in time, when the incident didn't occur.
Jeno situates himself comfortably on the chair, eyes flick over to the man as he gently ask
"Hi, my name is Jeno, I know you are going through hardship and your loved one is inside the ER, I can't guarantee anything but I think with you, he will be alright"
The responsibility of someone who is apart of the world of clinical and medical, you can't be sure of anything and you can't predict one-hundred percent what's going to happen. It's dreadful and sad. Jeno understands but in this harsh life as a human-being, all you can do is to hope for the best.
Jeno silently sit there, willingly waiting for the man to calm himself as a dark, hollow voice suddenly speak out
"Thanks for the comfort, I appreciate your kindness, my name is Mark Lee""
Jeno acknowledges Mark as he asks
"You're welcome, great to see that you are fine now. You mind if I ask what happen?"
Mark soulless eyes directly stare at Jeno, giving him shiver
"I don't know... I just went out to shop for him at the nearby grocery's store and as I reach home, when the door opened, I felt dizzy so I sit for a while to retain myself but after that, when I have regain my consciousness, he is already ... on the ground ..."
Just a single word "Him", Mark not even dry eyes now become teary once again as he griefs start to flood out.
Jeno shakes his head, patting his back and stay there, just wanting to ask some more questions as per the situation.
