There was nothing that represents the meaning of utopia in the real world than the hope for a calm day at the emergency room. Though it wasn’t the scenario for the chaos breaking loose, people were still running and covering every corner of the most urgent wing of the hospital, blowing the wine red colored hair strand that fell lose from the braid her hair was arranged at the doctor realized she wasn’t an exception and that it was the first time in more than an hour that she was sitting down, and only because she needed to get the patient a shot even when he was not very willing in cooperating with her.
How some people could be worse than three years old when a needle was at sight was beyond her, but at least she didn’t quite needed to chase them down the hospital like it happened before. Lord knew how she started to hate hide and seek games after experiencing the hospital level of it.
“Sir, please, I’ll be as quickly as possible if you could stop moving.” Her voice rang in such a peaceful tone that seemed to surprise even the middle aged male sitting in the examination table. “We need to strengthen your immune system before we can go for the real medi-…” Jihyun’s speech was cut short by the yelp of the nurses from across the room that was waving the telephone for her to come pick the call. Hazel eyes met the onyx colored ones of the intern accompany her, silently asking him to take over before handing him the syringe.
When the name Wonbin was mentioned by the nurse from the general wing it took her a few seconds to finally link the name to the person, after all, the petite woman was still not used to call her king anything but his title, the royalist’s real name sounded odd in her voice and his cover name was something she was still trying to get used to. Asking the nurse to politely refer the gentleman to her office, Qri made her way through the elevator to meet him there.
Eight floors later, the doctor’s doll-like huge eyes seemed to grow twice bigger at the sight of her king’s hand wrapped into bloody clothes while looking very uncomfortable and lightly annoyed once the elevator’s metallic doors opened. “What happened? Please, come with me, fine sir.” Jihyun almost yelped, running to make her way towards the king and open her office for both to enter, closing the door behind them with the worry evident in her eyes.
“Please, sit down, your highness! There’s a lot of blood and you might get dizzy.” Placing one of her hands on his shoulder, the petite woman led him to the examination table, carefully unwrapping his hand as he sat. “Do you need water or anything, your highness? I will need to clean up the wound before anything and that might hurt a bit, I apologize in advance.”
The nurse gestured towards the elevator before speaking up, seemingly finished on her part of the phone. “Her office is on the eight floor.” The fable nodded his head and walked towards the metal doors, simply waiting. He took the time to look down at his hand, and as always, it took forever to heal. Won Bin let out a sigh and walked into the elevator, moving up to the eight floor with his eyes glued to the door in front of him.
Oh how he hated hospitals.
The doors had barely opened before he heard her voice call out to him. “Qri—”, he was about to explain the situation before he was ushered to her office, and he complied. There were no unneeded stares between the four walls of her office. "I’m not dying Qri.“ he replied shortly and sat down as he was told. He glanced around her office, not seemed to have changed since the last time he had stopped by.
”..your highness?“.
He hadn’t really caught on to the first part of her sentence until he had heard his old title. "Qri we did talk this over.” He loosened the red cloth against his hand as he spoke, eyes halfway closed as the wound came into sight and he rolled the cloth into a bundle. “I don’t have the rights to that way of being spoken to anymore.” Indeed he had mentioned it to the doctor on almost every occasion they had spoken, but she had refused to listen each and every time. He assumed she wouldn’t listen to him this time either.
“I cut my hand on an utility knife while opening a box of books.” A simple yet painful accident to do, and perhaps a bit idiotic as well. He was at loss himself how he had even managed to perform such an act of idiocy. A feeling told him he would most likely not even get to know himself either. Without a further word he lifted his bloodied hand up towards her. He had no doubt she would know what to do and simply left it up to her to fix the gash going straight across the palm of his hand.