[l.m x l.jn]
[l.m x z.cl]
ೃ⁀➷ occasionally reality distorts itself.
it changes as days come and go.
sometimes quickly but sometimes
slowly. it gives way to fantasy, the
action of imagining...
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Jaemin's hands trailed down his sides, his teasing breaths ghosting over the side of his neck. The pink-haired boy's fingers played with the hem of Mark's dress shirt, slowly untucking it from his dress pants. Mark took a deep breath, trying everything in his power to keep himself from smacking the boy who had his body pressed against his. Mark closed his eyes tightly.
Opening them, he blinked, staring at the bottom of the top bunk above of him. Mark looked around, releasing a deep sigh of relief when Jaemin was nowhere in sight. Only the used coffee mugs in the sink and the empty breakroom around him.
Maybe it was just a dream, but what kind of horrible dream was that? Mark questioned while he hoped that it had been nothing more than that and his mind wasn't just muddling his brain yet again. For once, he was glad that he was in the hospital, shivering in disgust as he briefly felt Jaemin's breath against his neck.
"Then I suppose you should start covering your tracks, Sir. Wouldn't want someone to follow them."
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing and catching sight of a stack of papers on the table that had a small sticky note stuck to it -- he could just make out his name written at the top. Mark shook himself out of his previous thoughts and grabbed the papers. He couldn't think about the school right now, or his classes, or the students in his classes. He rubbed the back of his aching neck.
Mark tossed Donghyuck's small note into the trash and walked out of the room, rubbing his eyes of the sleepiness they still held. God, what would Jeno think if he...if he... Mark felt guilt hit him hard in the chest. It seemed to press against his lungs, restricting him from taking the breaths an innocent person would.
He pushed the intrusive and confusing thoughts to the side again, the papers in his hands almost falling out. He glanced over them quickly as he walked down the hallway, almost having the words memorized at this point.
Patient: Huang Renjun
Age: 20
Condition: Schizophrenia (delusions of angels and demons in real people), prone to suicidal tendencies, minor case of insomnia, as well as negligence of personal well-being.
Mark took a deep breath. He had to focus on his internship for now, not on whether his internship was real, and definitely not on Jaemin. Or Jeno for that matter. He arrived in front of room 103, glancing down at the papers in his hands again. Donghyuck had written that he was with Renjun at the moment, but that Dr. Qian had told them to meet him there so he could introduce the two to their second patient.
It had been a couple of days since they had first started taking care of Renjun, but apparently there had been some complications with their second patient and Kun didn't want to introduce him to anything frightening or new from the patient's routine. So they had just been with Renjun. But apparently that was about to change.
