( Bang Chan + Hwang Hyunjin )
❝I cannot risk losing her.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Pride is something that Bang Chan was forced to put aside in order to satisfy his basic needs. And he'd grown used to it for the year and a half that he'd been living o...
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⇒Haven Hospital 8:45pn
"She threw up this afternoon," Bang Chan hugged one arm with the other, leaning against the doorframe to the nurse's office, "and that worried me the most. I think it's just a cold, but I wanted to make sure," he sighed, "to make sure that she's okay, really..."
"Well, based on her symptoms, it is just a cold," the woman paged through a booklet in her hand, glancing at the sleeping six-year-old on one of the beds; hugging one plushie ever so securely, face snuggled at its furry neck, "she's healthy otherwise. So I'd prescribe something that you could get on your way home? She doesn't have to spend the night."
"O-oh," Chan gulped, nervous, more than usual, all of a sudden, "would you- would you give her some before she leaves? And would she be okay? Even if she doesn't get them tonight?"
"Yes, we already gave her some, but she'd need another dose in the morning. And yes, she can heal without them, but it'd just take longer, and maybe be more tiring for her," she frowned, walking over to Bella, the child, and feeling her forehead, sighing at the heat reddening her tender skin, "Is there a problem?"
"No, not at all," Chan shook his head repeatedly, straining to appear settled; at ease, despite the given situation. "So... I suppose this is it? You will give me the prescription and then we go? It's already dark out, and I'd hate to expose her to the dew too late..."
"Sure," the nurse walked toward Chan with a notepad in one hand, and a black-ink pen in the opposite. And then she brought them forward, furrowing both brows at his hesitance to receive, "Is something wrong? You need to sign the marked sections before you leave. You're her father, right?"
"Yes- yes I am," Chan looked down at the white page, intimidatingly decorated with black boxes, sentences, and punctuations that he could not yet make complete sense of. Swallowing, just as heavily as before, Chan identified the first area where he had to write something, toying with the back of the pen as he thought, "My phone number...?"
"Yup," the nurse scratched her wrapped hair, awkward, "I'll go check on something while you finish this up. I'll be back in a few minutes, don't worry--"
"I'm sorry, miss... but can I leave this area blank? I don't- I don't own a cellphone for the moment," Chan pursed his lips, feeling for his future self, in a sense. The version that he was so apprehensive toward as to assume in a humbled state with tears down his face, feeling belittled, "There was-- something happened, and I don't have a phone for the moment... or a computer, so no email..."
"Well, what about her mom? Do you have their contact information?"
"My wife has passed, ma'am..."
"Oh," she looked down with empathy, "Well- I'm sorry. Sorry- it's okay... Just, don't bother with that right now and follow me," she guided Chan to her desk, pulling out an ink pad from her drawer, and instructing with a point at it, before her words, "Dip your thumb into it, and then press it everywhere your signature is supposed to go. Also, write down your address? Only that... and that'd be all."
