What does a laugh sound like? What does the word happiness mean? How does it feel to be happy? Why do we cry sometimes when we feel it?
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"Lee Seo Yeon," I heard a masculine voice call my name. The sound was slightly familiar so I rotated my head to the source of the sound and saw my doctor walking towards me with a nurse dragging along. She was carrying a silver-colored, metallic tray filled with alcohol, bandages, scissors and other different medical equipment.
Namjoon was still sitting next to me, so he immediately stood up and let the doctor do his thing. I pushed myself upwards in respect of the doctor's presence and bowed slightly with my head.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me before ordering the nurse to proceed removing the bandage that was ready wrapped around my injury.
"I'm doing alright," I replied, feeling my body go stiff at the feeling of the scissors being so close to my skin. Namjoon must've noticed, so he put his hand on mine in an assuring way, and it made the tensioned muscles all over my body relax a bit.
"This is just a check up on your general condition. We just want to make sure that the surgery didn't affect your immune system or anything else in your body, so don't worry," The doctor said before putting on his glasses that were previously dangling from his neck and wearing his medical gloves. He took a piece of cotton from the tray the nurse was carrying and poured alcohol all over it then started cleaning around my wound. I let out a grunt at the feeling of the alcohol touching my wound and held Namjoon's hand even tighter instead of letting out a scream. The feeling of the alcohol dancing over my wound was like electricity shooting up my leg and attacking all my nerves. It made all the muscles in my body tense again, and breathing itself was very difficult. I had to hold my breath throughout most of the procedure.
"You are doing good. It is okay," The doctor said and I saw him grab another pair of scissors from the silver tray.
"Wait. What are you going to do with that?" I asked him and he smiled.
"You worry too much. I'm just going to cut off part of the bandage," He replied and I let a breath escape my mouth. The presence of this doctor near me was stressing me out to an extremely huge extent. The moment he finished wrapping my injury again, he picked up my clipboard from the front of my bed then clicked on the pen and started writing something on it. Once he was done, he clicked the pen again to close it and returned the clipboard back to its place.
"Your leg is recovering, so I'll be removing your stitches very soon and you will be capable of standing on your legs again. Just make sure to not use it for now, alright?" He said and I nodded at him in response.
"Thank you doctor," Namjoon said and so the doctor smiled at him and nodded before walking away alongside the nurse who accompanied him.
Namjoon turned towards me then seated himself again next to me on my bed.
"So? What do you want to do today?" He asked me, dimples popping out from his cheeks.
