hotel | nct

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19:12
room : charlie
patient : hong kong
condition : conscious

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"and-and then, i slapped his face with the whipped cream still in my hand!" hong kong shares one of his infamous stories while laughing hysterically. i continue cleaning rome's neglected wounds and put ointment on the back of his hand. "and then, oh boy, and then i slapped him with more whipped cream that was in my other hand. mark was so pissed man, but it was worth it," hong kong starts laughing and eventually snorts like a pig. "hehe.... hahaha!"

"that must've been a lot of fun hong kong," i sarcastically say to him. he continues laughing. "what the hell did you do? did you give him laughing gas?" i quietly ask rome while giving him a band-aid to stick on his hand.

he shakes his head, "i didn't give him anything. i didn't even know you had laughing gas. ever since lucas woke up, he's been telling me pranks and other stuff that he's done back at the house. apparently he's the reason why all of my snacks are gone from my secret stash."

"he's probably gonna be like this until the meds die out. when he starts feeling pain, tell me. i'll give him another pain medicine. and hopefully he'll stop acting like this." i say and put a bandage on his cheek. "keep the cream i'm using for your cheek, make sure to use it twice a day and there won't be a scar on your pretty face," i say and he looks at me. "what? just speaking the truth."

"you have a pretty face too," rome says to me. i look up and stare at him while he smiles at me.

"good joke," i say and toss him the roll of bandaging, "you're getting someone else to wrap your shoulder up for you, i need to check on the others. and make sure your shoulder gets wrapped, i don't need to treat an infection that you could possibly get."

"are you starting to get lazy about your job?" rome asks.

i put my hands in my pocket, "considering that i wrap wounds from all twenty-one of you, yes." walking over to hong kong, he looks at me with one of the biggest smiles i've ever seen from him, "yanmei, did you know that you're super pretty?"

"you need to stop being a joker, hong kong. tell someone if anything feels funny, okay?" i ask.

"okie dokie!" hong kong laughs and snorts. "hey, hey winwin, do you remember when i egged your side of the room?" a smile cracks on my face as i head to the door.

"yanmei, can i hurt him?" winwin immediately asks me.

"hey, no fighting in the hotel, rule number one," i answer. "and hong kong's damaged enough."

i walk out of the room and walk into room delta where macau and madrid are talking to each other, "hey yanmei." macau greets me.

"how are you feeling macau?" i ask him while looking at the scans on the screen.

"like i was hit by a truck," he repeats the same words from earlier.

"should i give him more meds?" madrid asks me.

i shake my head, "you know that we can't give him too much. too much, and there will be problems."

"hey, when can i get out here? i have stuff to do," macau asks me. "the pain isn't that bad anymore."

"what is up with you guys? you get surgery and you want to leave right after. macau, two things: one, you almost had your lungs stabbed at, and two, i know you're lying to me about your pain," i put a hand on my hip.

"it subsided, i'm fine," macau exaggerates. i stare at him before poking one of his stitches, "OW! OKAY, OKAY! it still hurts. damn it," he shifts around and moves closer to madrid. "don't do that again yanmei, that seriously hurt."