In the dim light of the on-call room, the low hum of the hospital could be heard through the walls. The room was a sanctuary for exhausted residents, with just enough space for a few cots, a table, and a coffee machine that had seen better days. Yoongi was sprawled across one of the cots, eyes closed, trying to savor what little time he had for rest. Across from him, Dahyun and Jihyo sat on another cot, their feet dangling off the edge as they exchanged dark jokes, their laughter muffled but frequent.
"Can you believe it?" Jihyo muttered between giggles. "We're literally walking zombies, held together by caffeine and sheer willpower."
"Speak for yourself," Dahyun replied, eyes half-closed but smiling. "I think I've transcended exhaustion. I'm just a shell of my former self now."
Jihyo snorted. "Yeah, but a shell with excellent suturing skills."
Yoongi let out a soft grunt, clearly trying to ignore their conversation. He wasn't exactly a fan of small talk, especially not when it involved sarcastic banter at 3 AM. But Jihyo wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.
"Hey, Yoongi," she called, sitting up and giving him a playful nudge with her foot. "How's the 'Vagina Squad' treating you?"
Dahyun burst into laughter. "Yeah, how's OB-GYN? Delivering babies and saving lives? Heard you've been spending a lot of time down there. Or should I say *in there*?"
Yoongi opened one eye, glaring at both of them with mock annoyance. "Seriously?"
"What?" Jihyo grinned. "Just asking. I mean, we all know the OB-GYN department's nickname. We were just curious if you've started wearing pink scrubs yet."
"Or if you've become the department's official doula," Dahyun added, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Yoongi groaned, rubbing his eyes before pushing himself up to a sitting position. "It's fine. Delivering babies, stitching people up, you know-basic stuff."
Dahyun raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Basic stuff, huh? So you're enjoying being part of the 'Vagina Squad' then?"
Yoongi shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching with the hint of a smirk. "Let's just say it's a lot more intense than you'd think. People underestimate OB-GYN. It's not just babies and cute little onesies. You've got critical cases and life-or-death situations on the regular."
Jihyo crossed her arms, leaning back against the wall. "Oh, we're not underestimating anything. We just like the mental image of *you* in the middle of a room full of newborns and pink decorations."
Dahyun giggled, nodding in agreement. "Do they throw you a baby shower every week?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes, but before he could shoot back a sarcastic response, the beeper on his waistband went off, piercing the calm of the room. Instantly, the teasing atmosphere dissolved, and Yoongi glanced down at the pager.
"Great," he muttered. "Critical condition in the ER. Pregnant patient. Gotta go."
Without another word, he got to his feet and grabbed his white coat, pulling it on as he made his way out of the on-call room. Dahyun and Jihyo watched him go, their expressions sobering as they knew what this kind of call meant. Life in the hospital was unpredictable, and it could flip from lighthearted to life-threatening in a second.
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When Yoongi arrived at the ER, the scene was already intense. Nurses and doctors were moving quickly, working to stabilize the patient-a woman in her early thirties, visibly pregnant and in distress. She was pale, her breathing labored, and her vitals were unstable. The fetal monitor beside her was beeping erratically.
Dr. Yoona was already there, directing the staff with her usual calm authority. She spotted Yoongi the moment he stepped in.
"Yoongi, over here," she called. "We've got a critical case. She's 34 weeks pregnant, but her blood pressure's through the roof, and the baby's in distress."
Yoongi nodded, quickly scanning the patient's chart before moving to her side. The patient's eyes were wide with fear, her hand clutching her stomach protectively.
"Ma'am, I'm Dr. Min. We're going to do everything we can to help you and your baby," Yoongi said in his typical straightforward tone.
Dr. Yoona started calling out instructions to the team, moving quickly. "We need to get her to the OR now. Pre-eclampsia is progressing rapidly. If we don't act fast, we're going to lose them both."
Yoongi and Yoona worked in tandem, stabilizing the mother as much as they could while preparing for an emergency C-section. Yoongi's focus was razor-sharp, every movement precise as he administered medications and assisted in getting the patient ready for surgery.
Amid the flurry of activity, the patient suddenly grabbed Yoongi's hand, her grip surprisingly strong despite her weakened state. Yoongi looked down, startled, meeting her terrified gaze.
"Doctor..." she gasped, her voice weak but determined. "If...if you have to choose...between me and my baby...choose my baby. Please...promise me."
Yoongi's breath hitched, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air around them. He glanced at Dr. Yoona, who had heard the woman's plea as well. They both understood the gravity of the situation, though Yoongi's expression remained composed.
"We're going to do everything we can to save both of you," Yoongi said firmly, though his voice softened just slightly. He wasn't one to make promises lightly, but he wasn't about to let this mother believe she was a lost cause. "I promise."
The patient's grip on his hand loosened, her eyes fluttering closed as the anesthesia began to take effect. Yoongi stood there for a moment, her words echoing in his mind.
Yoona placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice calm but urgent. "We need to move now."
Yoongi nodded, quickly snapping back into action. The team rushed the patient to the OR, where they prepared for the emergency C-section. The room was tense as the monitors beeped steadily, and Yoongi's mind raced, calculating the best possible outcome.
As Yoona made the first incision, Yoongi assisted, his hands steady as they worked together to deliver the baby. It was a race against time, every second crucial.
Finally, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, cutting through the tension like a lifeline. The nurses rushed the newborn to the pediatric team, and Yoona and Yoongi immediately turned their attention back to the mother, working tirelessly to stabilize her.
After what felt like an eternity, the bleeding was controlled, and her vitals began to improve. Yoongi let out a slow breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. They had done it. They had saved them both.
Yoona glanced at him, a small smile on her face. "Good work, Dr. Min."
Yoongi nodded, feeling the adrenaline start to wear off. But as he looked at the mother, still unconscious but stable, her earlier words stayed with him.
In that moment, Yoongi realized why people like Dr. Yoona thrived in this department. It wasn't just about delivering babies. It was about life-choosing life, protecting it, and doing everything in your power to ensure it continues.
Maybe-just maybe-he had found his calling after all.
