call me home. ⚂ taegi

f i v e !

"The bite is deep, but you'll be fine in a couple weeks," The doctor spoke over the noise of the hospital floor. "Next time, seek help from the van medics as soon as you can."

Yoongi sat on the patient bed, still in his rescuer uniform after all this time. His sleeve rolled up with a bandage wrap around his arm. He sighed, reeking of the smell from before.

"I'm writing you up for a medic rest," The doctor says, typing on the computer beside the bed. "You rest for three weeks. No missions, no cases, no rescue business whatsoever. Use that time to take the medicine I'll be prescribing you."

Yoongi nodded and watched as the doctor finished typing and left the room. Jimin waits outside the curtain, and slips in as soon as the man leaves. "... The hybrid bit you didn't he?" He asks, leaning his back against the wall. "You're lucky the kid didn't have any diseases."

Yoongi rubbed his tired eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's four in the morning," Jimin sighs, shrugging. "Don't worry about the bunny hybrid, he headed off the bed at one after I told him you're okay. The rescued hybrids are okay. I would've appreciated if I could check on Joon, but the nurses needed help calming them down."

"... You don't have to stay," Yoongi nods slightly, looking over at the exhausted man on the wall. "Go check on him."

"I didn't have a choice," Jimin surly laughs, "Officer Jung told me to see if you're okay."

"... What about," Yoongi trails off, looking back at his bandage. "What about the hybrid? The one I carried in."

"He's a vicious hybrid, I'll tell you that," Jimin chuckles, pulling a foldable chair from the side of the bed and sitting on it. "He probably scratched like five nurses before we could give him some stuff to knock him out. He's a handful, I don't think he'll be adopted."

Yoongi scrunches his nose. "What makes you think that?"

"No one wants a vicious hybrid," Jimin sighs, "If he doesn't calm down, it'll be hard."

"I'm gonna check up on him," Yoongi sighed, getting up from the bed. He rolls down his sleeve, and Jimin grabs his other arm.

"Yoongi, look at yourself," Jimin shakes his head, "You're dirty, a bloody mess, smell like shit. Not to mention, you're exhausted. Listen, I am too, and we both should call it a night first. You can see him in the morning, he's sleeping anyways."

Yoongi took a deep breath before sighing. "... Fine," he says, grabbing his mission backpack from the counter. "Let's call it a night."

Jimin got up as the doctor opened the curtains, holding a familiar paper bag. "Park," The doctor nods at Jimin, who smiled tiredly back.

"Thanks doc," Yoongi sighed, taking the medicine. "I'll see you in three weeks."

The two men left the floor and into the elevator. Yoongi rests his head on the cold metal as Jimin presses a floor button. "... So how'd you find him?" Jimin asks.

"... Hidden hatch on the floor," Yoongi sighs, "It was a containment room, there were cages everywhere. Smelled like shit."

"We did bust a hybrid fighting ring," Jimin says, "... He's a fighting hybrid?"

Yoongi shakes his head.

"He's just a boy."

[unedited]