[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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Mark's footsteps dragged across the cold and colorless tiles of the school hallway which were now empty as of five minutes ago. He adjusted some of his files in his hands so that they wouldn't escape his grasp and he rolled his shoulders out. They were beginning to cramp from standing in front of the board for his afternoon classes, seeing as how he had apparently missed his morning classes.
Quite frankly, Mark wanted to cry.
Not only had the event of opening the door to Chenle's room directly led to his classroom, but Jaemin was starting to get on his last nerve. It was especially annoying (and especially nerve-wracking) having the student allude to less-than-ethical relationships in front of Jisung.
Mark groaned and turned the corner to the teacher's dormitories, wincing against the harsh ceiling lights. Maybe he was getting another headache. He continued to walk down the school hallway in a daze, his mind cluttered with worry and anxiety about what he was going to do with Jaemin, especially now that Jisung might be creating his own assumptions.
"Lee! Where the hell have you been?" An annoyed voice called out and Mark froze in his steps. His head shot up and he whirled around to see Donghyuck marching down the hallway with frustration written all over his features. Mark's head whirled as he looked around, the doors around him not classrooms anymore but rather patient rooms. He glanced down to see the files still in his hands and he ripped them open, feeling near sick as the patient sheet for one Zhong Chenle stared right back at him.
No no no no, Mark's head spun. He hadn't even realized he was back in the hospital. He was just walking down the school hallways, there was no reasonable time for this switch to have happened. It was all too fast and confusing and abrupt and-and-
"Mark are you hearing me?" Donghyuck's voice cut through his spinning thoughts and Mark blinked, his vision blurring as he stared at Donghyuck's face which was spinning as well.
"I-I don't-" Mark felt his words slur together as dark spots danced across his vision. His knees buckled slightly without warning and he felt two hands grab his arms, dragging him to a chair placed at the side of the hallway.
"Woah, what's wrong Mark? Did you get enough sleep?" Worry laced Donghyuck's previously aggressive tone as a cool hand pressed against his forehead. Mark closed his eyes, trying to take even breaths. This was too much for him, hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he slept. It was as if he was simply switching between worlds every time he closed his eyes.
His eyes flung open at the thought and he staggered to his feet, scaring the younger intern. "Hey Mark, maybe take a quick nap in the break room, I can handle Renjun and Chenle for a couple more hours." Mark barely processed the words.
