PARADOXICAL

Dr. Deebs

Seven more hours passed, it was his turn to be tested now.

He sniffled as he stood with the two doctors waiting for the doors to slide open. He went in eventually and it slid back shut.

The mist cleared after moments of coughing it out his lungs, and his pearls did not fail to scan the the room. He saw the chair, and the table closed to it. He trotted further and sat in it.

"I had to ask the others to sit first," the doctor said coming in sight.

He did not bother to find the owner of the voice. "I cannot blame them. All they've done is sit for hours--"

"And you?" He asked, putting his gloves on when he drew nearer.

"I didn't think to stand while being tested," he said finally, raising his head to look at him, only furrowing a brow and shoving it away quickly. "What is your name?"

The man paused in his actions abruptly, slowly making a smirk appear. "This is the first time I'm asked about my name. Everyone knows who I am," he looked at him. "What makes you ask?"

He tilted. "Well, if you had a tag on, I wouldn't have to stress both of us about it--"

"Smart. Dr. Deebs," he grinned.

Jimin huffed and looked away. "How is the test carried out?"

He tisked. "You wouldn't tell me yours?"

Jimin snorted. "What do you care?"

He shrugged. "For some reasons, I don't. I just want to hear it."

"Jimin Park."

He leaned on the table. "why are you in the states?"

"Concerned?" He asked with a brow up.

"I might be."

He rolled his eyes. "College."

"I see," he stood straight again and took the needle with the gun end. "This might or might not hurt a little. Relax."

"Thank you, not happening."

"Sooth yourself," he moved closer to him and tilted his neck a little, injecting the needle and retreating it almost immediately at the same time. "There. All done."

Jimin scoffed as he held his neck. "What is that thing?"

"My little matching."

"The others you tested, were they all fit?"

He shrugged again looking at the side of the needle waiting for the results. "Some of them were... most of them were not."

"And the ones that were, where are they?"

"If you turn out to be fit... you'd find out yourself."

Jimin cussed internally at him, watching as he stared the needle eerily. "Well, what does it say?"

He was quiet first. "When was the last time you were admitted--"

"This is my first time in college--"

"To a hospital," he looked at him. "Seriously ill? Needed... blood?"

He scrunched. "I've never been ill since my early teen hood. As a child, I do not remember. Plus, I've never been in a situation needing a donor--"

"It cannot be possible," he said under his breath as if so sure of it, but yet unbothered.

"Do you wish me ill now, too?" He watched as the doctor hurried to his line, pulling it to his ear to speak to the other end.

"Dr. Hansle, I need some tests carried out on taker ninety-nine, come down," he put the phone back and walked towards jimin who was all confused at him.

"What is going on, what do you mean by 'tests'? Isn't this all?"

"We just want to make sure that we're sure you're fit."

"I'm not buying that--"

"I'm not selling whatever to you."

"Listen, Dweebs--"

"It's Deebs--"

"I have a project to deliver with six others on monday, and I haven't even done much of a contribution to it. I need to get back home already."

"I assure you, when we're thoroughly done with the testing processes, we'd release you to go--"

"When!?"

The doors opened for another doctor. Jimin's vision began to blur out almost immediately, and his head ached from his mid. His yelling reduced as his lids powered him to close shut. The voices echoed to him and rang in his head, until he finally struggled less and gave in to the darkness.