Jimin stopped his cart in front of the locked white door. Trailing his small fingers along his clipboard filled with his patients, he silently mouthed to himself.
Feeling more courageous coming out of Yoongi's room, he swiped his card, watching the panel switch from red to green before turning the metal knob, and walked in.
Unlike the Yoongi's room, Hoseok's curtains were already drawn, letting in the morning's sunlight. A familiar hospital bed was pushed into the corner of the room, a feeble figure dressed in white, sitting with his back against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest with his lanky arms.
I clear my throat to alert him of my presence, and I am instantly met with merry eyes, glistening from the light.
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"And who might you be?" He questions. Jimin wasn't sure if the smile that spread across Hoseok's face was genuine, or a twisted smirk. Brushing it off, he gave him a smile as he answered. "I'll be looking after you, I'm Nurse Park."
Hoseok's eyes narrowed, turning cat like as he watched Jimin place a mental container with his name written across it onto the wooden side table. He pulled out a syringe before digging it into a medicine pot, pulling the plunger, watching as it filled with a yellow substance. He flicked the end, before turning towards the older.
Wordlessly, Hoseok scooched to the end of the bed. It was only now that Jimin noticed how skinny the man was. He was swamped within his clothing,seemingly wearing something 2 time his size. His kneecaps visible through the baggy clothing. Professionally, he said nothing.
"May I raise your sleeve?" He asked, slightly pushing the plunger, watching a small bit of the yellow liquid dribble out.
Hoseok silently nodded, and watched as Jimin began to prep the skin. "I'm sorry.." He whispers out as he push the needle in. Jimin quirked his eyebrow as he tried to focus on his job. "Why are you sorry?" He asked once he finished, pulling out the syringe.
"You have see my fat, bare flesh." Hoseok spit out the word. A pang of guilt resonated within Jimin as he cleaned the blood blossoming at the top of where he had given him the injection, putting a small, circle bandage over it.
Jimin pulls Hoseok's sleeve back down, and watches on in amazement as his expression changed suddenly, seemingly no longer angered now that his clothing covered his skin.
Putting the empty medicine pot and used needle back into the metal container, he set it on his cart before looking back at Hoseok.
"I will be back later, have a nice day Hoseok" He said kindly, smiling.
Once again the strange smile appears back on the older's face. "I shall,, bye bye Nurse Park." He stared at Jimin for a moment, before closing his eyes, retreating back to the corner of his bed.
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Ignoring the creepy feeling he got from whenever Hoseok smiled, Jimin closed the door. Hearing the beep that confirmed the door had locked behind him, he walked to the next room on the list. "Number 411...." He trailed off, swiping the card along the panel.
