Just like death can be a life saver too
[Just wanted to use Spring Day's lyrics to tell an angsty story]
Started 23.04.18
Finished 30.05.18
(Not edited so forgive the typos and grammar)
(Also I used lyrics off a website that doesn't have the best tr...
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"Jin?" I hummed a soft reply, "Jin."
I snapped out of my stupor and looked up at the head nurse as he walked over.
"Sorry, I was lost in thought," I laughed in embarrassment.
"That's okay," he smiled sympathetically. Mark had always been kind about me spacing out. He knew what went on in my head and he knew how bad it could get. After all, he was getting over depression too. Well, I guess I shouldn't say 'too'. It was going to take four more years and then some until my brain didn't constantly focus on the 'what if I had stayed' thoughts that always sent me into a downwards spiral.
"It's going to be a light shift around visiting hours," he sighed, "I need you and Wonpil to take over the entire left corner of the adult side for the recovery ward for visitation hours in a few hours."
"Okay, is something going on?" I titled my head, but Mark shook his own. It might not sound like much, but the recovery ward was gigantic, taking up its own floor right above the operating rooms on the ground level.
"Nothing in particular," he shrugged, "You know that the ward's been surprisingly light lately, which is a good thing. But with the weather and all, a lot of the nurse's called out today due to the rain. I don't blame them, if I drove instead of taking the train, I'd be at home with Jackson."
I smiled. I loved hearing about Mark and Jackson's relationship, well the PG side of it anyways. Jackson was...a character, from what I heard of him. He worked a few blocks down as a gym teacher at the elementary school. I'd never met him before myself, but if half the stories about him were true, I'd want to be good friends with him.
"You might need to do a round of IV bag checks in room 315. What were their names...uh Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin...?" I looked up, a bit startled at the name I hadn't heard in four years, "Yeah, I think those are their names...anyways they're recovering from a nasty car accident. Apparently they got a bit of gas poisoning from the engine before medical could get there so they need to keep osculating fluids to purge the toxins from their blood."
I nodded stiffly.
"I'll make sure they get new bags during IV check," I whispered.
"You ok?" I nodded again.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I put on one of my 'worldwide handsome' smiles – as Mark calls them, "Just sounds scary to go through."
Mark nodded, breathing out a puff of air.
"I couldn't imagine going through something like that..."
"Can you imagine going through a lot of what we see here in the ward?" I sighed.
"You got a point there..." Mark's pager beeped and he looked down, "I got a walk in patient to stitch up and then I'm out. Call if you need anything, you know the number."
"Good night, Mark," I called after the quickly receding form in purple scrubs. He called back and I slumped into the swivel chair behind the ward's reception desk.
Namjoon and Jimin are here? What were they doing together? Did they make up without me realizing? Maybe one was going to apologize...
I don't know. Here I am, feeling like I'm just barely passing by the edge of the cold winter some people call depression. And then there's them, apologizing or already apologized. I don't know how those two could hope so long for everything to be alright again, until the days of spring come back without any rain.
