( — : HOSPITAL.

@ishihara takamasa (I'm sorry. ;~; I forgot. *goes and dies in a hole*)

Sighing and resting his head on his hand, which rested in his knee, Donghae listened at the other's rant. So he was definitely not a happy kind of patient. Which was possibly the best thing to happen today considering Donghae was in one of his 'moods'. "Alright then Miyavi, no, none of your tattoos are ruined. What do you want me to do? Inject an overdose of morphine? Because no matter how much I give you it's going to hurt like a _____ for the next few days."

@lee donghae (takamasa is his first name.......)

Miyavi didn't bother smiling at the doctor. "_____ing hell. I'm just walking down the _____ing street and some _____ing _____ falls on me and _____, what a _____ty day.", he ranted. He was a patient, so he was allowed to rant. "Call me Miyavi and it _____ing hurts. Do something." Yes, he was in a pretty _____ty mood. He was supposed to play veggie for several weeks?! And wear these ugly hospital clothes??!! Never. "Hey doc, that surgery you did, did it ruin any of my tattoos?" Now this was an important question. If it had, then he was going to _____ing freak. (the incision done for this kind of surgery isn't in the area where he has tattoos)

@ishihara takamasa Donghae had just finished throwing the gloves and mask away that were covered in blood and other bodily fluids he forgot the names to. Washing his hands, he heard the nurse come in and tell him he needed to check on the patient. He nodded and gave her a smile before she left the room, and he dried his hands before leaving. Finding the other's room, he knocked politely before opening the door. "Hi Mr. Takamasa (OTL I still have no idea what to call him. T^T)." he said softly and smiled before moving to sit on the revolving stool next to the bed. "I'm Dr. Lee."

@lee donghae Several hours had passed, until Miyavi opened his eyes again. He was lying on his right side, with a tube sticking out of his left ribcage. When he tried rolling on his back, the supervising nurse immediately stopped him. "You can't do that, Mr. Ishihara. You punctured a lung and broke three ribs. You need to keep lying on the right side for two weeks.", she explained calmly. Miyavi only groaned in response. He was still groggy from the sedation anyway. "I'll call the doctor, so please keep still.", the nurse said and then left the room. _____ this hurt.

@ishihara takamasa Walking through the hallway quickly, avoiding running into patients on wheelchairs or other doctors and nurses, Donghae quickly made his way to the emergency room. "What's his name?" he asked professionally, strapping on a face mask and walking into the room. The sight was just one of the many kinds he'd seen daily, blood and broken bones. Even if it was normal for him, he still couldn't shake off the sense of dread and slight nausea. Swallowin

g it down, he listened carefully as the nurse spoke to him, putting on his gloves. "His name is Ishihara Takamasa (I didn't know if I should call him Miyavi or not. o u o;), 23 years old. One punctured lung and three broken ribs." she told him and he nodded as he walked up to the table.

"Do we need to perform surgery?" he asked, looking at the poor fellow laying on the table. "And sit him up slightly! He's choking on blood!" Yelling at another nurse he listened again as she told him they should perform surgery to remove the bone puncturing his lung. Nodding again as she walked out, he pulled the light from the ceiling over top of the other's body. "You're going to be alright." he said before looking around for another doctor. "Get him sedated! We may have to operate!"

(OTL I barely know a thing about the technical terms. o u o; Sorry.)

@lee donghae Miyavi was only half-conscious as nurses and interns lifted him from the ambulance onto a hospital bed and rushed him inside. Red blood decorated his lips and he was wheezing, occasionally choking on his own blood. Only half an hour ago, he'd been simply walking along the street, when a sack of concrete powder had fell on him and crushed his chest, puncturing a lung and breaking three ribs. At the time, he'd been walking under a building that was being reconstructed and apparently the safety measurements hadn't been followed. Miyavi was lucky that he'd lost balance of his footing just before and had been in a somewhat horizontal position, of the bag would've fallen on his head and that wouldn't have been pretty at all. "Page Dr. Lee!", a nurse instructed, pushing him towards the ER. Miyavi's eyelids fluttered dangerously and he couldn't breathe properly. He felt like the weight of the world was crushing him and it hurt so, so much.

/steals v card/