The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

886 🩺 Hello Again ft. What A Blast From The Past 😭

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It was good to be back at work.

Hongjoong felt invigorated with energy, and despite the way he seemed to have impossibly forgotten how hectically busy days at the hospital could be, he had missed it. Missed the theatre team. Missed the nursing staff. Missed his office...

But most of all, he'd missed his patients.

Filing through the cabinet of patient charts, he hadn't been looking for it, but when he saw the name on one of the folders, he picked it up and flicked through it.

'Kim Saem,' said one of the head nurses—one he'd not seen in the entire six months he'd been on leave.

He grinned up at the woman. 'Nurse Jan. Long time no see~'

She rolled her eyes at him as she sat in an office chair that squeaked as though it were on its last leg—like most of the chairs in the hospital. It made him smirk. He'd even missed the goddamn seating that forced you to gamble with your life, simply by sitting on them. 'She's back?' he asked, raising an eyebrow as he lifted up the patient chart.

The head nurse nodded. 'Room fourteen. Under neuro this time though.'

He raised an eyebrow. 'Neuro? Why?'

'Brains monitoring.'

He nodded, chest aching a little. 'I might go pop my head in and say hello.'

Nurse Jan laughed. 'I'm sure she'd like that. Don't be surprised when you go in there though.'

He frowned. 'Why?'

'You'll see.'

Filing the chart back away, he shoved his pen into his coat pocket and straightened the stethoscope around his neck as it nearly swung off, making his way down the corridor of doors until he came to the one numbered 814.

He knocked, poking his head inside. 'Knock knock?'

'He heard an intensely surprised gasp, and as he stepped inside, peering around the curtain, he laid eyes on a girl sitting in the bed with wires trailing from blotchy, shaved spots across her scalp hooked to the brain monitoring machine—undoubtedly the girl he knew well, but slightly older...

'Kim Sonsaengnim,' she gasped—even her voice wasn't as high pitched as it had been years ago.

He smirked, before trying to stifle it away. 'How could you come back and not even tell me you're here?' he asked in offence.

The girl—she must have been eight now—blushed as her eyes searched him...

Moments before she gasped in mild horror. 'Your hair!' she cried.