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...
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ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ | "ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ Cʟɪɴɢʏ Kᴏᴀʟᴀ"
-You- "So, he brought you flowers again?" Namjoon asks.
"Yeah," I reply. "They're really nice." He nods, his gaze landing on the bouquet residing on the night table. Of course, Namjoon took note, (happily I might add) that Jimin remembered your favorite floral combination too. But why did he need to keep bringing you flowers? "Well, normally, according to hospital protocol, we're not supposed to allow visitors to bring things like flowers into the ICU, but I'll make an exception this time."
"How come?" I ask.
"Just for safety. There's a lot of different equipment and things in ICU, and especially with immunocompromised patients, it's safer not to have them. Especially if they're fresh."
I furrow my brows at his statement, wondering why he oddly seems upset at the thought of my brother doing anything nice for me. Yes, sometimes Jimin and I don't always get along, but never once would we have given the impression to any of our friends, especially Namjoon, that we had an unstable, or bad relationship.
"He was just being nice." I offer. "Jimin knows this is hard for me, and that flowers make me smile. It was just a nice surprise to help make me feel better." I say, evidence of a slight hint of irritation in my tone.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it to come off like that." He offers, sending a small smile. "Just don't want it to interfere with your healing. It'd be a shame to see you get sick again."
Now I'm just confused by his tone and his words. I'm not "immunocompromised," as he said. I had a heart attack, not an infection or anything. "Well, thanks for worrying," I reply, unsure if the reason he said that is because he's simply worried. "I'll be sure to let you know if I sneeze, or something from the flowers then." I snap. "Because you're basically saying I'm a walking heart disease."
He, apparently, is quick to pick up on my irritation. "Woah, woah, I'm sorry, N/n. I wasn't trying to be rude. I just don't want to see you sicker or in any more pain. I know this is hard for you, and Jimin meant well by them because they make you smile. Honestly, that's all that matters to me, is if they make you at least a bit happier, despite the current situation. I'm glad they make you smile. I'm sorry if I came off rude; it really wasn't my intention, and now that I said it out loud I realized what a prick it made me sound like."
"Yeah, you kind of did," I admit, "but it's okay," I reply, still slightly irritated at his strange behavior, but mostly because it felt like it was a jab at not just my brother, but myself. Like I was stupid, for allowing him in with them.
He then winks. "I'm glad to see a smile on your face, no matter where it comes from." He repeats. "I promise I won't tell if you don't."
"Deal, thanks."
"Of course. I'll keep the secret for you." He winks again, and I smile at how considerate he is for me, the irritation fading as fast as it came.
'Ah, Namjoon, what would I do without you?' I wondered. He was always so kind, and considerate. I yawned as my sleepiness was hitting me worse now. I just wanted to go back to sleep, really.
