Patient 7 [On hold.]

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"I saw you staring at my body earlier, what was that about?"

I smirked as I saw Dr. Min look directly at me. He quickly darted his eyes back at the monitor.

"I was checking if you were in good physical health." He responds.

"Good physical health, huh? Then why did you slow down at the last wire and started tapping my chest, hmm?" I tilt my head, smirking.

"Okay, it's a heart rate monitor and well damn- You're in shape. You have abs, muscles, etc and you are always here. I was surprised. Plus I was thinking about something so I didn't know I was tapping your chest."

I blinked. I was shocked he said that.

"Mkay.... But that doesn't really answer my question.."

"I slowed down and tapped your chest because I was lost in thought, okay? Okay."

"Thoughts of what?"

"Nothing important. At least to you." He clicks his pen and starts writing things down on his clipboard.

"I dance."

He looked at me, puzzled. He tilted his head slightly to the side. He wanted me to explain why I said that.

"You know, you asked how I was in good shape. I dance."

He blinked a few times. "Really?"

I nodded, smiling brightly at him.

"I'm guessing you're very good since, well, the abs." He pointed at them with his pen before biting the cap. He stared at them for a moment before starting to write things down as he looked at the monitor.

I scoffed. "Yeah, I'm good."

There was a moment of silence until I heard mumbling. I looked at Dr. Min and saw that he was mumbling to himself.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Litterally. Results show nothing wrong."

"Like always.." I rolled my head and stopped so my head fell backwards. I sighed.

"Like always.."

I looked over at him. He rolled his head and let it fall backwards. He sighed. I tried darting my eyes away but I couldn't help but stare at him. To be completely true with myself, I thought he was doing it on purpose. Acting like how he is acting. Trying to get on me. But I remembered, he's the only one with emotions.

"See, you're staring again.." He said in a low voice, almost as if he was teasing me, in a specific way.

I looked away, this time not explaining why. I can see him scoffing to himself out of the corner of my eye. I huffed and clicked my pen. I continued writing down data onto my clipboard.

"So how long does this test take?"

"5 hours."

"What?!"