The dull sound of his alarm rang through the quiet room. Pushing his hand out of the bundle of blankets he managed to wrap himself in overnight, Jimin lightly taps around his nightstand, turning off the alarm.
Blearily, he opened his eyes, running his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. Unfocused eyes make eye contact with the digital alarm clock.
6:30.
Regrettingly, he left the warmth of his bed. He opened the modest sized closet, noticing numerous sets of standard white asylum uniforms were already placed in. He unpacked his suitcase before putting it the empty case inside of the closet. Grabbing at one of the many uniforms, he put it on.
Entering the bathroom, he brushes his teeth, and brushes out his blonde locks. Taking a deep breath in, he looks at himself in the mirror.
Simple white shoes, followed by a plain pair of white slacks. His shirt was long sleeved, made up of a soft material. A row of hidden buttons ran up along the side, before clipping off into a neck piece, covering a majority of his neck. A small pocket was sewn on the side, two pens clipped snugly inside.
Clipping his name-tag that also contained his photo on, he did a once over before turning off the lights and walking out of his room, locking the door with the silver key Doctor Kim used last night before sliding it into his pocket alongside his pens.
Inside of the small mailbox container beside his room sat a small pile of papers, neatly clipped onto a white clipboard with the asylum's insignia engraved on it.
Pulling it out of the container, he lightly sift through the pages.
"Looks like I'll have 5 patients under my supervision. Like head director Kim said, my patient's records, room numbers, and medication are provided."
Racking his brain for the asylum's lay out, he made his way towards the medication room. The only noise in the hallway is the light squeaking noises from the nurses' shoes, or the soft rattle of a medicine cart being transported from room to room.
Reaching the medicine bay, he scanned his name-tag along the scanner, the door automatically unlocking. Looking over his chart, he begins to pick up the desired medications. Neatly aligning them on a medicine cart, he began to roll it towards ward D, which housed all of his patients.
JIMIN'S POV
I began to become nervous as I got closer.
389...390..391...
I check the clock ticking on the wall, 7:04.
I tap on the cart's handle, trying to distract my mind and lessen my nerves. I wanted this job, I worked my ass off day and night to get to where I am now, I want to help those that I can, so why am I suddenly so nervous?
Reaching the end of the ward, I spot the 5 patients room that I would be attending to. I decide to start on the right side, and work my way to the left side.
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"Number 407..." I read the patient flies stacked neatly in the plastic mailbox on the outside.
