The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 2

360 🩺 Not Happy Jan

Absolutely repulsed by the scene he had just witnessed, Seonghwa dropped to Yunho's side, assessing him immediately.

'Yunho, can you hear me, are you okay?'

The boy nodded drearily, tenderly clutching at his neck, and what appeared to be either his ribs, or his side...

'What the fuck happened?' Seonghwa breathed, taking his face in his hands and looking at his pupils, before glancing at the growing bruise on his cheek. He moved briskly, assessing his neck and seeing that blood was seeping into his dressing, and as he guided him to recline as much as he could in the seat and palpated his abdomen, he felt his heart throb as Yunho suddenly groaned the moment he tapped over his liver...

'Apparently I cost him his job.'

Seonghwa glanced back at the crowd where security were now escorting the violent person out. 'Yunho, I think we should go down to emergency.'

'I'm fin-'

'Let me try that again. Yunho, you're coming with me down to emergency.' Looking up the corridor, he spied a wheelchair sitting against a wall, and so hurrying over, he wheeled it over to him.

'Seonghwa I'm fine. I can walk-'

'I know. Now get in the chair, before I put you in it.'

The younger suddenly laughed spitefully, spitting blood accidentally onto his lip. 'Did you feel like having a swing at me too? Give me a real reason to need it?' he joked darkly, wiping his lip. Glancing at the blood on his thumb, he carelessly rubbed it into his shirt. 'Apparently everyone loves me today,' he laughed spitefully.

Seonghwa did not laugh. Putting the brakes on the chair, he walked around and did his best to restrain from grabbing him by the hair and dragging him into the chair. Instead, he stood before him, narrowing his eyes. 'Do this the easy way, or you're going to create another scene.'

Yunho looked up at him, wincing as his neck pulled. Gauging his reaction, his eyes dragged over him a little, watching him...

And Seonghwa wondered what he was thinking behind those dark eyes...

'One...' Seonghwa warned

'Two...'

'Fine- Okay, I'm going, calm down.' Groaning first in frustration, and then in pain, he hunched over as he stood and transferred to the chair. But once he was settled, he laughed darkly. 'Fucking love hospitals. Love them. Absolute joy to be in. Makes you want to just live in them.'

Taking the brakes off and deciding to wheel him away from the crowd of sticky beakers, Seonghwa took him the long way to the elevators. 'Sounds like a bit of sarcasm there...'

'Hah!' Yunho shaded his eyes as they passed some staff, chuckling spitefully as he did. 'I can't do this anymore.'

'What do you mean?'

He all bar threw his hands up in a huff. 'I'm done. Couldn't even go a fucking week without the shit hitting the fan again. And I didn't even fucking do anything this time. Or any other time, mind you.'

The fact that he was so chatty... Seonghwa highly doubted that since their little heartfelt chat at San's recital, that they had formed some kind of bond, and it only had his mind ticking over wondering just how many hits he had taken to the head.

'Why didn't you protect yourself?'

'I study medicine, Seonghwa. Not karate. I can't throw a punch to save myself.'

'Evidently.' Wheeling him into the elevator, he buzzed his staff card to take them directly to the ground floor.

And as they made their way into ED, the doctor who was working just happened to be walking past, and froze, doing a double take after seeing Yunho in the wheelchair.

'What the hell happened to you?!'

'Got into a fight with an MRI. Can I leave now?'

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, restraining from smacking him across the back of the head. 'Yeah, a miserable repulsive ignoramus. There was a fight on level eight. Multiple impacts to the head and abdomen. Coughing blood, I'm assuming dehiscence of a pre-existing wound on his neck, tender lower quadrant pain on palpation and... he's acting strangely...'

'No I'm not, I'm pissed off.' And without any warning, Yunho suddenly kicked on only one of the front brakes and began getting up. He held onto his side tenderly as he did, not standing too straight and wincing.

'Ohhh no you don't. Nurse Jan! Can you put Jeong Haksaeng in bed three?' the ward doctor called.

Yunho groaned as the head nurse suddenly hurried over. Seonghwa had to say, he was half surprised to see that the staff there seemed to know him by name...

'Seonghwa, if I spend eight hours here because you wouldn't let me just sit upstairs, I'm going to be pissy.'

The ward doctor raised an eyebrow at his direct, blunt speech, but Seonghwa just sighed. 'Yunho, if a student so much as gets a paper cut on shift, they come down here for a clearance certificate. So if you're so fine after getting into a fist fight, then sit down like the nice little student you are and get your certificate for your paper cut. Mmm?'

Yunho's narrow eyes rolled before he gave in. 'Three did you say?'

The doctor nodded.

And just then, he started walking in the wrong direction.

'Y-Yunho-' Seonghwa interrupted, worriedly cringing. 'Wrong end of the ward...'

The boy glanced up, thinking for a moment before he nodded. 'I knew that.'

And with that, he made his way off towards the bed, pulling the curtains shut around him.

The ward doctor looked at Seonghwa, raising an eyebrow.

'He's not usually like that... I don't know how many times he was hit, but by the time myself and another wardy pulled the guy off of him, the worst was already done...'

The doctor nodded, rubbing his chin as he thought. 'I'll screen for a concussion, but he's probably high as a kite on adrenaline... What happened?'

'No clue. Apparently some doctor was accusing him of loosing their licence?'

'Oh I see. Dr. Kwang must be around and about. I'll do up a certificate so he can get damages.'

Seonghwa nodded, sighing in relief that he was in good hands.

'Thanks for bringing him down. I know he's a tough one. Mustn't have been easy to get him here.'

And Seonghwa could almost laugh, because as hard as it could have been, he knew that all he'd have to do, was threaten to call a very certain someone, and he could have him wrapped around his pinky.

'Look after him...'

'Will do.'

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