Linked To You | JJK | LJE

Chapter 29

*A few weeks later*

"Doctor Lee!"

I turned around to see Hyojin running towards me.

"Hi Unnie," I said, putting the folder back.

"Jieun...I need you to go to room 3 to help out a patient."

I nodded and she left. I walked to room 3 and then knocked on the door before going in.

I spotted an angry and sad looking mom and a pissed off looking teenage kid. I was surprised...because most of the kids we see at the children's hospital were ages 1 to 12. This kid looked like he was 16 at least...

"Hi..." I said.

"This kid is useless! I'm leaving!" the mom yelled and then opened the door, left, and then slammed it.

...

"Hi..." I said again, trying to smile.

The boy glared at her.

"I'm out of here," he muttered and then stood up to walk out.

But he didn't even make it five steps before he collapsed.

"Wait..." I said, helping him out. This time he let me help him back to the bed. He winced as I checked his wounds. He had mainly bruises, but also a large gash on his arm. "What happened?"

He didn't answer me.

"I need to stitch this up," I said, holding out a needle.

The boy looked scared for a second, but then he tried to hide it. He's not scared of getting beat up but he's scared of needles?

I quickly patched him up and then sent him back to his mom who was waiting outside. She still looked pissed off. The boy reminded me of Jimin when he was young and when he came home bloody. But kids will learn as they grow...he wasn't a bad kid...

I walked back to my little cubicle and started to work on the paperwork. Who knew being a doctor needed this much work?

"Dr. Lee. There's a phone call for you on line 1."

"Thank you," I called out to the secretary and then picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I asked, writing down the patient's name.

...

"Hello?"

"Jieun?"

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......

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"W-Who's this?"

"Taehyung."

...

It was Taehyung.

Taehyung.

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"Hi...Oppa..." I said, dropping my pen. It rolled around the desk for a second and then stopped.

"When did you get home?" he asked with barely any feeling at all. This was what I was worried about. This was what I wanted to avoid. This is one of the reasons why I didn't want to come home.

"I came back...two months ago..."

"Why didn't you call me?" His voice was strict and cold. He...changed...

"Sorry Oppa..." I said, fingering the phone cord.

...

It was silent.