SLEEPERS. | ✔️

1-03

"What was with those questions? Weren't they a little too harsh?" was what the junior resident questioned the moment they got out of 039.

"He only came in recently, so you're the first person to interrogate him. Those are just the starting questions so we get base info." Namjoon motioned for Hoseok to follow him as he walked.

"Interrogate? Now I just feel like a bad person. He didn't know anything, too."

Namjoon was leading Hoseok to the joint hallway that connected East and West.

"There's no other subtle way to put it." he stopped in front of the entrance to the east wing, tapping his card so the glass doors slid open.

Hoseok wanted to retaliate but didn't have much to say. He truly felt like he was accusing someone of something they hadn't done. Yoongi looked nowhere near a killer, and he didn't even mean to kill. The words he'd said prodded the junior resident at the back of his head.

"Look, I'm here because they want me to remember what I did so they can charge me. You're literally helping a criminal if you don't get me fixed."

If he didn't mean to kill, why did he say the court wanted to charge him?

Deep in thought, Hoseok never realised that he was walking right into Namjoon, who had stopped in front of a white door. The mentor gripped his shoulders before he slammed into him. The other shook his head in confusion until he noticed that he was about to knock Namjoon over.

"Sorry. I was-uh-thinking."

"Watch where you walk, kid. It's dangerous here, with the scalpels and gurneys," Namjoon chuckled, patting Hoseok on the back.

The other simply nodded, somewhat embarrassed.

Again, he was told to tap his keycard on a sensor by the door. There was a click, and Namjoon reached out to pull down the handle.

The door opened, revealing a large area with a sizeable amount of desks arranged neatly with partitions, almost like a cubicle at an office. A computer was on each table, and stacks of papers rested on some. There were vending machines for drinks and snacks by the far end of the office, and everything smelt like coffee, for some reason. A white table surrounded by beanbags was situated at the heart of the room.The place was empty. Hoseok assumed it was because everyone was busy.

"This is the Junior Residents' lounge. And office. All in one, because, well, budgets," Namjoon began to walk as Hoseok closed the door behind him. "This is your desk."

They had arrived in front of an empty desk, furnished with a cushioned rolling chair and the same computer. A stack of paper was also on the desk.

"You're free to add whatever you want, honestly. Nobody cares. They just want you to finish paperwork and reports that they give you, and that's basically the sole reason junior residents have an office."

"By the way, you'll have more colleagues coming in soon. They're all busy at the ER, Radiology, east wing things. Meanwhile, you can do some...paperwork," Namjoon said rather reluctantly, almost embarrassed at the jobs the new worker was forced to do.

"Paperwork," Hoseok repeated slowly.

"Honestly, apart from the criminals part, our department is actually really boring. We just get paperwork upon paperwork until they call us in."

"Al...right. I'll do paperwork."

The junior resident was left standing alone in the middle of the room, in front of his desk, as Namjoon patted him on his back in an effort to encourage him before leaving the room.

Never would he have thought that a hospital job would require him doing stacks of paperwork. It wasn't that bad in his attachment hospital. 

Sighing, Hoseok plopped down on his rolling chair, leaning into the cushion as he picked up the first piece of paper. It was the case of a certain Lee Jihoon in ward 037. He'd claimed that the voices told him to do what he did.

He killed seven people with a butcher's knife and cut them up, leaving them for dead. He hadn't been lucid at that time, as he insisted. The court was about to set the ruling that he would serve a life sentence when the test for mental health came back, and the judge sent him to Moraka instead of straight to jail.

His headshot showed a young man with black hair in his early twenties, pulling a sullen face. Hoseok thought he looked almost like his patient, Min Yoongi, with the hair and expression.