OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

STETHOSCOPE & SHOTGUN

Kim was wheeled into a hospital after a mission went wrong. Weak and out of his wits, he opened his eyes and saw a gorgeous angel—Chay, who was actually a resident doctor.

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"How long have you been single, Doctor Kittisawat?" Eva asked, one of the nurses at the hospital where Porchay was currently doing his residency.

Porchay laughed, then he signed something on the medical board handed to him by Nurse Eva. "Way too long. I am pretty sure I was still studying my pre-med the last time I had someone," he answered, giving back the medical board to the nurse. He leaned on the nurse's station counter as they continued talking. "I am too busy to go on a date. This hospital is always packed with patients," he added.

Nurse Eva frowned. "Why not? You're still young. 28? 29? You should have someone in your life by now, Doctor. You will never be this young again. Go out. Go on a date. Explore what's out there." She said, "Look at me, I've worked so hard over the past 20 years that I've lost the ability to flirt with people. I'm going to be an old, grumpy lady when the time comes, I'm telling you. It's not too late for you, Doc," she added.

Chay laughed again. "It's not too late for you, Nurse Eva. But I'll take your advice into account," he added with a smile as he fumbled with his stethoscope around his neck. The nurse deepened her frown, not believing a word he said.

Chay was suddenly lost in thought. Indeed, it's been so long since he's been in a relationship. He was too busy building his career as a doctor, and he neglected himself some good times. Sure, he does a few hook-ups right here and then every time he gets a day off, but that's all he got. He will not lie; he missed having someone to love and the feeling of being loved. Chay mentally sighed. When does his time for love come?

Suddenly, the young doctor jolted—cutting his internal trance—from the nurse's station when the paramedics barged in, wheeling a patient in. He was instantly beside the gurney. "Who did we get here?" he asked.

"Suspected 29-year-old male. No ID, no wallet. Multiple stab wounds. A gunshot wound on the right thigh. He lost a lot of blood during the transport. Miraculously, he is still alive. He got caught up in a shootout a few miles from here. Police believed he started it, so expect more visitors later," the lead paramedic said.

Chay sighed. That's a lot, but this is not his first case. It just means that more visitors mean more work for him. "Okay. Wheel him to Bay 2," he answered. Then, he frowned as he spotted a weapon beside the patient. "W-Wait. Is t-that..." he trailed off, flabbergasted.

"Yup, a shotgun." One paramedic casually responded, which surprised Chay. "We tried to pry it off from him, but this little bugger has a really strong grip on it," he added. Once they wheeled the patient in, the paramedics just left without a word, leaving only one still speaking to him.

The young doctor panicked and almost blocked their way, but it was too late. He faced the lead paramedic, "That is not allowed here." Chay stated.

The lead paramedic shrugged, "Well, good luck trying to get that off of him, then. In my opinion, I don't think that man is human at all," he joked and just left Chay aghast. What the hell?

A groan from the patient caught the young doctor's attention. Chay could only sigh and brace himself. He moved near the patient and said, "I am Doctor Kittisawat. I will be the one attending you. Can you tell me your name?" he asked formally. The patient didn't respond; he just groaned and slightly moved his head. The young doctor lit his penlight from his coat pocket on the patient's eye. The patient jerked his head with the sudden light.