Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

Nocturne

For the night was truly invented

to tell the secrets of tomorrow's day

without fearing

of being there alone

"How is it going, Ms. Sana?"

I flinch, as I turn around. I was sitting on a desk in the hospital, going over Kim Taehyung's paper again and trying to extend it a little. With not much to write myself.

A/N: suicidal thoughts?

Therapy and pills?

Secrets?

I saw him freezing at the mention of secrets yesterday. That doesn't bring me any further though, because I practically know nothing about him. And his relationship to his brother?

I bury my head in my hands in frustration, when I hear the voice behind me.

I laugh slightly embarrassed, as I stand up to greet Mr. Im and the man standing next to him. He must be around my age, has blonde, styled hair and glasses on his nose.

Mr. Im smiles. "I'm sorry to bother you. I see, you're working hard." He points at the sheets on the table and I nod hastily, returning his smile.

"Anyways, I'm just here to introduce you to a new intern." He lays a hand on the shoulder of the guy next to him, that's smiling at me sweetly.

"This is my nephew, Namjoon."

He bows quickly and I do the same, before extending my hand towards him. I curse under my breath, as it is sweaty again, as always.

My constant nervousness and stress the trigger of it.

"I'm Moon Sana, nice to meet you."

"Kim Namjoon. I didn't get a patient asigned yet, but if you need any help, just ask me."

I nod at his offer and he lets go of my hand, before slowly stepping back. Mr. Im puts a hand on Namjoon's shoulder before stepping back again, greeting.

I sit back down and see Namjoon also turning away, when I quickly extend my hand, touching his arm.

"Wait."

He lifts an eyebrow, looking at me.

"Yes?"

"Actually... I could need some help." I hesitantly let out, as I think of my plan again. I pray to god, that this will turn out okay.

"... What do you need?"

"Um... so I have a patient, as you know, and I... would like to know the therapy and pills, he is asigned to."

I huff a breath and look up to meet his furrowing eyebrows.

"Shouldn't you know them?"

"Well, the nurses refuse to tell me a thing and... I'm slightly concerned."

My nervousness slowly falls, as I see him surprised. He looks back to where Dr. Im left.

"Why concerned?", he whispers, as he turns back to me.

"The therapy is working different on him. I have yet to examine his body and health, but a few days ago, I walked in and he was close to passing out."

I swallow harshly.

"He was sweating like crazy, his lips were bleeding... as if he's bitten on it. He had dark circles under his eyes."

I stop for a second, before hesitantly saying. "I am worried about his physical health."