Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
ꜰɪᴠᴇ | "ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴅᴀᴢᴇᴅ"
Namjoon sat with me that night at the time he deemed 'dinnertime,' offering me bouts of assistance when I needed it. I pondered what to do about my current situation. More like troubles, actually. To be honest, thinking about the whole situation was making me physically sick, and I suddenly just had the impulsive urge to vomit. I could basically either die and make everyone so super sad, or live forever knowing I still could have made everyone sad because I chose to be selfish. It seemed to me..that no matter what I chose? I was taking the cowardly way out. All to save myself.
-Namjoon- "Please try not to worry yourself too much over this, dear," I say sweetly. "Everything will work out in the end, I know it will."
I tried to be encouraging, but I myself was having doubts about her judgment. More so, because I was worried she'd choose to sit back and do nothing. I'd understand why she'd choose that, seeing her medical history, but come on. My care for her hasn't been that bad and fearful, has it? To put it simply, I was overthinking things again. I decided in that moment that maybe if I had a chat with your brother, and convinced him to speak to her, maybe that might influence and even sway her decision in the correct direction. After all, if that worked in the movies and all the books I read, then it had to work in real life, right? Only time will tell. I let out a sigh when the female didn't answer me. She'd already long finished eating, but maybe it was due to the fact that she had stressed yourself out to the point of physical sickness, or she was actually sick.
Which, apparently, I had been too wrapped up in my own thoughts, because she actually had just thrown up while I wasn't paying attention. "Oh my gosh, N/n, I'm sorry, I should have listened when you said you didn't feel well," I say worriedly now as I scramble to my feet to clean up and set things back to the way they were a few moments ago.
She wipes the edge of her mouth against her arm, which I'd now have to scold her for doing because that was extremely unsanitary. "Oh, it's okay," she replies, "we're both a bit preoccupied mentally right now. I don't blame you. You seem as anxious as I feel."
I laugh ruefully. "That may be so, but it's my job to take care of you. I shouldn't have let my mind wander. It's no excuse."
"Namjoonie, I'm pretty sure it's okay if you break from your doctorly duties once in a while." She lets out a tinkling laugh despite the situation. "I'm going to tell you what Jimin told me: I really appreciate your overeagerness to work and want to achieve well, but it's okay to chill once in a while. It's just a bit of vomit. Nothing I'm sure you haven't seen before, and I bet you've seen worse than this. Besides, maybe green is a cute color on me," she jokes, "no?"
I laugh, trying to chill out a bit the way she had suggested. "You're right. Yes, green is an exceptional color on you!" I make my way over to the sink as I then wash my hands, before slipping on a pair of gloves and pouring some medicine to help calm her body down after how much throw-up she had just expelled and bring the little cup to her lips, offering it to her after gently wiping the edge of her lips with a washcloth.
