𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ミ nct

052

ｆｉｆｔｙ─ｔｗｏ

Panicking, Jaehyun ran to Jeno's body as he caught him dissociating -- he might not completely know how split personalities work, but he's sure that Jeno would not last long in there as he was dissociating; probably because Thena caused way too much trouble to trigger almost every alter, especially Jaewon since he's the one who takes care of all of them.

Jaehyun hurrily pulled Jeno away from the office and slammed the door close; right now, he didn't care what is going on inside. All he could do is pray that none of them would get hurt -- except, one probably already did.

Also, he thanks the sedatives for knocking Yuta off until now. If that guy is awake, heck it will cause more yelling and fist fights, especially when Sicheng isn't around.

Sihye also caught Sungchan acting up, and she knew everything's going to go down. And since she didn't want to die (but lowkey thinks she will, after this, in the mighty hands of Jung Sungchan), she takes a deep breath and immediately disregarded the thoughts of her contract getting terminated; all what matters is saving these crazy patients.

Which is why Sihye stood up from her place and undressed her labcoat, mumbling an apology at how she worked hard to get it before running to Sungchan, jumping up and covering his face with the labcoat -- tackling this tall man down on the ground that caught almost all of them off guard.

"Ilsik, you motherfucker!" And at this point, Sihye didn't care about the formalities.

Ilsik dropped the gun, shaking profusely and took steps away from Sihye that tackled Sungchan which was two times bigger than her. Hell, he didn't know where his confidence went after catching a glimpse of his nephew.

Sihye grunted, tightly wrapping her labcoat around Sungchan's head to at least give Hendery some time to get away before the bloodsucker would do anything. The lady adjusted their position, using all her might to twist the tall man's body in a prone position and straddle him by his waist, locking Sungchan in between her legs.

It was a bad idea, but it was the only way as there are no sedatives around to fully induce Sungchan to sleep.

Yangyang ran to where the Jungwoo and Hendery was, tears blearing his eyesight as he crouched down to meet the older chinese's eyes that held pain. Jungwoo, on the other hand, could feel anger rising up his veins for no reason.

One thing's for sure, it's slowly attacking him with his tics as his brain was having mixed signals of movements at how much rage he feels.

Kun's right, they could've talked shit out without a gun and without hurting his friends -- and now Jungwoo just wanted Ilsik to face his wrath.

The male walk passed Yangyang and the two doctors, a weird aura surrounding him as he eyed Ilsik that wanted to get away from the scene immediately because of the way the superior is finding comfort on the wooden walls, just between the large windows.

"Ge," Yangyang crouched down on the injured male's side. God, he didn't know how to control his feelings as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Fine... y-you're.. shit, ge."

Hansol pulled Kun up to his feet, also not caring about the little chaos that Sihye was undergoing and the back-up plan of Ilsik running away from trouble.

"Yang, scoot over a little," Hansol softly says, to which the dyslexic complies without hesitation. The doctor ripped Hendery's shirt off, just by the right shoulder where the wound was made and examined it. "We need first aid kit, or we can bring him down to the emergency room. Your choice, Dr. Qian."