1 and 0nly (SVT one shots)

Cross My Mind (JeongCheol)💕

Seungcheol sighed as he stepped out of his car. He really didn't want to go to the hospital. Yes, he was stabbed in the forearm, and yes it had hurt, but it wasn't the worst injury he had gotten in his career. He just had to keep the wound clean, dress it well and he should be good in a few days. But his supervisor had threatened him with a pay cut if he didn't get it checked out, so he begrudgingly went. Locking the car door, he crossed the parking lot and walked to the entrance of the ER.

Since it was late at night, the ER was not as busy as it was during the day, when he went there just yesterday to send a colleague who had gotten shot in the arm. They had been rushed to the nearest bed when Seokmin's arm had been dripping with blood, but now Seungcheol had to queue to even get to the receptionist. Right at the front of the queue was a pregnant lady with two crying children holding each of her hands. Behind her was a young couple, where the boyfriend was wincing in pain every time they shuffled forward; he was also hunched over from pain, his girlfriend rubbing soothing circles on his back seemed to not help him much at all.

Seungcheol was third in line and he heaved another sigh. He could have been sleeping and resting his arm instead of queueing up like this.

Seungcheol looked around the ER waiting area to stave off his increasing boredom, lazily taking note of the other people in the room, a habit ingrained into him from his job. There was an old couple sitting right in front of the triage room, an old man walking slowly supported by a wheelie walker, a couple of teenagers with an adult who looked like she wanted nothing more than to d-word, whom Seungcheol assumed to be their teacher. He also saw a few potential trouble makers, likely the druggies who came in every now and then just to futilely try their luck to get some morphine from the hospital.

When it was his turn at the reception, he slid his ID to the lady at the counter, and when asked what was wrong he told her that he had a cut in his arm. The lady pursed her lips unamusedly (a sentiment Seungcheol shared) and was told to take a seat, and that a nurse would call him to take a look at his injury.

He waited for nearly an hour before a nurse called his name and he walked into the triage room.

"Mr Leei, could you please show me the cut? If it's not too bad I'll clean it and dress it and you can be on your way," the old nurse told him kindly.

Seungcheol then rolled up his sleeve and showed it.

"Mr Leei! This is a big cut, why didn't you say it earlier? We could have gotten to you faster!"

"It's not a big deal."

"But it is! Goodness. What is it that a nice looking young man like you do exactly? And where did you get this cut? Mr Leei, we might need to call the police -"

"But I am the police," Seungcheol said cheekily at the nurse and stopped her from making a phone call. "I had to stop a suspect just now and was stabbed in the process. I have had worse so I thought that this is not a big deal. I am sorry to have worried you." Seungcheol hung his head as he gave the old nurse a regretful, chastised look. He knew that it was his only key of getting out of trouble with a fretting matronly figure such as the nurse in front of him.

The old nurse heaved a sigh as she stood up. "Alright. Follow me in, we'll get a doctor to assess it. I think this would require stitches."

Seungcheol pursed his lips at that. Honestly, he really thought that it wasn't that bad. But if the doctor who would be reviewing him also thought that he would be needing some stitches, who was he to argue? They were the health professionals, not him. So he would be good and listen to them.

Seungcheol waited for nearly thirty minutes before his curtain was pulled back and a doctor stepped in.

"Ah, it's you again, Officer Leei."