doctor clinic

@Lay Minseok nodded slowly and watched Yixing. He sighed hearing how long he slept and thinking about how annoyed Jongin might be. "But I need to stretch" He complained as Dr Yixing checked the stitches.
He hated being a patient and waiting around for the Doctor to say he can leave.

He looked back at the food and nodded "Very" he opens his mouth and eats the pancake before trying t take the plate and feed himself

@Minseok Just as he entered the room, he saw Minseok stirring and he smiled, "You're awake." he said, placing the tray of food down on the tableside next to the examination table. "I'd say you slept through the night. It's kind of early in the morning right now. Are you feeling any better?" Yixing asked, himself starting to feel a little sleepy since he stayed up so late at night without much sleep from previous nights. He went over to check at the stitches, making sure Minseok had moved them or torn them when he tried to stretch. Shaking his head, Yixing warned him, "No stretching, you'll hurt yourself."

He motioned at the food, "Are you hungry?" he asked, grabbing the plate of pancakes that Minseok was obviously eyeing and he chuckled, ripping a small piece off and holding it to the other's mouth, "Ahhh..."

@Lay Gettin drowsier and drowsier as the painkillers kicked in Minseok lay back down. He could hear Dr.Yixing but his mind was fussy and he didnt really know what the man was saying. Closing his eyes for just a minute Minseok decided to rest.

When he woke he felt pain in his torso and his hip and grunted as he tried to sit up. He looked around and his eyes fell on Dr.Yixing entering the room with a bowl and a plate of what looked like small soft fluffy pancakes.
"How long was I asleep?" He groaned as he tried to stretch without ripping his stitches.

@Minseok "Not going to happen." Yixing insisted, watching as the painkillers kicked and he nodded knowingly, "Your job can wait. Your health can't. Doctor's words is law." he said and then left Minseok to rest as the other's eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep again.

Yixing didn't keep track of time, but by dawn, Minseok had slept for a good long time and it seemed that his medicine had worked well enough. He re-read the notes that he took about the assassin and noted that Minseok wasn't a talkative one, therefore meaning Yixing had to be a little careful about what he did or said. He got up and went to the canteen, boiling up some porridge and soft food for the assassin when he woke up and Yixing headed back, figuring that he'd be nursing for a good 2 weeks.

@Lay Minseok rested bavk on the pillows his eyes heavy "I cant stay two weeks. I have a job to do" he was exhausted but he needed to get back to work "just give me some strong painkillers and let me go back to work"
He hadnt slept properly for weeks anf was fading back into sleep as he asked again and again to be let go

@Minseok "Jongin can be as pissed off as he wants, but he can't really do anything about you being injured." Yixing said and held the water bottle to Minseok's lips so he could drink it with the medicine, "Besides, he won't do anything. I'll make sure of it." Having saved their leader's life before, Yixing knew how to talk to him and make him understand. He didn't want Minseok to worry, which could agitate his healing process. Grabbing a few pillows and propping the assassin on his back, Yixing tsked and said, "Well...looking at the pain you're in, I'd say you're stuck in my care for a good two weeks." He went to put the medicine on the counter and gave Minseok a glance, "Of course, if you heal faster, you could get out faster."

@Lay Minseok nodded and hissed as the small movement hurt. He opened his mouth slowly to take the pills Yixing was offering. He swallowed them dry then sipped at some water with Yixing's help. "Thanks" he grunted trying to move but it hurt a lot even breathing was tough "J-jongin is...gonna be....furious" he groans sitting up and breathing heavily from the movement. "How...long will I...be here?" He asks through pain waiting for the painkillers to kick in

@Minseok "It seems that you may have been set up." Yixing noted as he took out some pills from the bottle, "Here, swallow this. It will make the pain go away for a while." he instructed and held the medicine to Minseok's lips. "I'm going to get you some water. Lay right there and don't move." Yixing ordered and went to get water into a cup with a straw. He helped Minseok drink it and then he had gone back to examining the wounds, "I'd say you're going to be stuck here for a few days. You're too badly cut up and wounded to go anywhere for now." Yixing said and smiled sympathetically, "Try to sleep as much as you can and then I'll make sure to tell Kai that you're going to be occupied for the next few days or so."

@Lay Minseok blinked a few times and thought back "I went on a job....I got...called to help...to help one of the dealers...but...the dealer wasnt there...nobody was there....and then....knives came...flying from the walls and...a bomb. ..." he groaned and shook his head "it doesnt make sense"

@Minseok Yixing had finished the operation successfully, thankfully. He had sat beside the unconscious patient while he looked over some of the stitches he had sewn in. Though they weren't the prettiest he had ever done because Minseok's gushing blood had continuously threatened to reopen the wound, Yixing had done his best to stop it and then completed the job. When Minseok finally stirred, Yixing held him down and not letting him move, shook his head to reply, "I have no idea. You came in here and passed out. You tell me what happened..." he said and he got up to grab some painkillers from the cabinet.

@Lay After quite some time the oblivious patient began to wake up. He groaned feeling worse than any hangover he had ever had in his entire life.
Opening his eyes he realised he waant at home and slowly be began to remember what had happened. Eyes widening Minseok looked to Lay and in a raspy voice asked "what happened?"

@Chanyeol Chanyeol is snarky despite Yixing having just saved the life of his foot and he can't help but feel a little underappreciated when Chanyeol narrows his eyes at him. He barely holds back from letting Chanyeol know that if he wanted to, he could've just amputated the goddamn foot off because it would be a "hassle" to do anything else. Futhermore, Chanyeol is refusing the rehabilitation treatment laid out for him because there is apparently something more important than being able to be up on both his feet again as soon as possible.

"Gee, you're welcome." Yixing says, an obvious pout plastered on his face as he stares Chanyeol down, trying to make the torture specialist listen to him and follow his "better judgment". Yet it seems as though Chanyeol has no intention of staying any longer than his impatience will let him and he is trying to convince Yixing that maybe he could tag along too just to keep watch on the foot. The medic sighs and looks at the clock in the room. It's almost midnight, is there really anything better he could potentially be doing? Hypothetically speaking, yes, there were very many things he would rather do than watch Chanyeol making another man's life a living hell. But...his patients always come first and Yixing finds himself consenting, but he brings along his earbuds so he won't hear the screams.

"Ah. But you're not walking. If you do, I'll cut your other foot up so that you physically won't be able to." Yixing threatens, emphasizing his words as he glares at Chanyeol's good foot. He goes into the closet room and finding one of his spare wheelchairs. He unfolds the platform of the chair and rolls it over to Chanyeol and proceeds to help the bigger male move from the surgery table to the wheelchair.

"So...which way do I go?" Yixing asks, ignoring any complaints or the potential humiliated look on Chanyeol's face as he is being wheeled to his post. Yixing figures he knows where the torture room is, but he's been holed up in his office for so long, who knows how much the outside world (being anywhere not his office) has changed without him? He hardly knows anyone who doesn't go into his clinic for medical attention and no one seems to really notice he's there either (unless they need him) therefore Yixing is a little giddy as he wheels Chanyeol around, hyped to finally have somewhere new to go, "This victim of yours...is still tied up waiting?" he asks.

@Minseok For some particular reason, as he tried to stitch up the wound, he found that there was a purple spot forming underneath his attempts and he frantically undid his work. As he probed around, he came upon further examination that Minseok was having internal bleeding and that would make this much more significant and harder to deal with. Yixing had to find the source of the internal bleeding and once he did, a small patch of blood that was pooling on the inner of the other's abdomen walls, Yixing applied pressure to make it stop. If there was any more blood loss, Minseok could potentially lose his life. When the internal bleeding seemed to have subsided, Yixing hooked up the IV drip as well as an oxygen mask to regulate the vitals as he then tried to stitch up the wound once again.

@Lay Chanyeol hums to himself. "I gotta say. I like the idea of not talking to you." He lets out a low grunt when the knife is swiftly removed, feeling an overwhelming sensation of dizziness at the sight of his own blood. To the eye, he would probably look harmless, as if he had never picked up a weapon in his life, much less had several tucked away at the back of his pocket and in the torture room. And that was exactly what Chanyeol was going for; the innocent, helpless look. Because even though he hates being underestimated, it helps him quite a bit. But every unnerving moment he spends with Yixing just makes him more restless that the male may or may not know more than he should about Chanyeol. To actually think he's gotten away from the scrutiny of the world, he's forced to be involved with it once more in a battle for God knows how long will last. Although it's near midnight, Chanyeol hasn’t really stretched into that dead-pan nonchalance yet, however his blank face remains severely chronic.

There is something else in the atmosphere, something very wrong, which he instinctively dreads without being able to identify its nature, muscles tensing actively in a defensive stance, for it is the same feeling he has prior to getting ambushed. By the time Yixing sticks the needle through his flesh, he instinctively flinches, realizing he now has a bone to pick with sharp objects in the vicinity.

It would've be easy to just lift his leg and kick Yixing in the face to make him stop, and as much as he'd like to, he keeps his rising leg down and the boy is spared his nose. "It appears we're all good at reading people. What fun." Chanyeol practically spits, his eyes narrowing. Now, he didn't mind having others laugh at his antics, but to this extent was just testing him now. He didn't have a lot of patience when it came to these things and Chanyeol had to keep himself from snapping the other's wrist as he touches him, attempting to brush him off only to have Yixing's arm wrapped around his shoulders. His face is so close to Chanyeol’s that he can see Yixing’s eyelashes in his peripherals and his voice, whispering and light, reverberating in his right ear. "I normally wouldn't go against a physician's better judgement, however it's best that I not stay here because of that man," he notes bitterly, eyeing the exit and returning his focus back to Yixing. "I've never heard of him, but I recently lost a great deal of time and-- well, blood to his talents. He's single-handedly responsible for the rise and fall of some of the world's most pivotal politicians and statesmen."

He sighs a bit. "As well as the temporary loss of my right foot, but I digress."

It all happened so quickly too. When the man began sobbing out loudly, that's about when he should have ignored the screams, returned to delicately slicing off the man's skin by the square inch, and called it a night. But as considerate as he was about his hearing, Chanyeol proceeded down the path to Hell by moving slightly to get his earplugs. By the time he returns and his knife is kicked out of his hand to land straight into his foot, he decided that there were about a thousand things he could be doing that were far more productive than mutilating Seoul's resident nutcase. And really, who wasn't losing their sanity while listening the slightest bit of noise come from this mouth-breather? And it is... intriguing, how some things never change. Chanyeol isn't so much a strong believer in growing and evolving, but in a way he feels that the world around him is always changing, so he should too. As a gang member, he feels like he has a responsibility to better himself in any way that he sees fit, which is exactly why he should return to his post.

"You can certainly join and keep an eye on me as I fillet a man in his late thirties."

@Lay The unconcious Minseok lay motionless on the operating table. His heart rate dropping to dangerous levels before going up for a moment then down again.
He was losing too much blood and there was something in his system preventing his body from.beginning to heal

@Minseok In the middle of the night, had Yixing not been working on some paperwork to organize his past and recent consultations, he wouldn't have heard the soft cry of help coming from right outside the door. He would've been even more terrified if he wasn't used to seeing bloodied up members of his gang show up in his clinic at the most unexpected times. Getting up quickly, Yixing ran over to the unconscious assassin and frowned, "Minseok, hyung!" he said, shaking gently and then looking around to find where they problem lied. It was a shank wound that had cut deep and Lay did his best to heave the male up and onto the surgery table on his own as he quickly ran to put his robe, glasses, and mask on, preparing all the necessary materials and then preparing for surgery. Since Minseok was passed out the entire time, it made things significantly easier for the medic and he figured he'd have to get the full story once Minseok woke up with all his stitches and bandages intact.

@Lay Minseok fell through the door of the clinic he was covered in blood and holding his side as he began to pass out. "h-help.." he gasped before dropping to the floor unconscious and bleeding out

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@Chanyeol It isn't a joke when Yixing claims that he is a full-time doctor. At normal hospitals, there are things called "shifts", where different people take over at different times so that their worn-out counterparts can oh...maybe...catch some rest. That isn't the case when Yixing runs his own clinic with a bunch of people who lived for violence and defined their lives through violent means. He has just situated himself in the corner of his office with the door wide open when he finds himself with some downtime, his white lab coat still secured down to the last button and he hadn't bothered to check up on his appearance as he props his head on his hand and closes his eyes, more thinking about what else he had to complete before the day was over rather than sleeping.

And his grace period is short-lived when he can hear some groaning coming from down the hallway. It's Chanyeol, Yixing figures because no one else could grunt so lowly and be so loud when they are in pain. And he knows this because he's tended to all the members before, but Chanyeol requires very minimum attention compared to the others, so the noises he makes single him out. He has proven himself correct when he hears the grunt of his name. Therefore, Yixing hurriedly stands up and heads down the hallway towards the examination table where Chanyeol's voice is coming from and upon entering, he almost wants to burst out laughing and crying out at the same time.

The need to laugh seems to have overpowered the need to cry and he can't help but hold his stomach at what he sees, "How the hell did this happen to you?" he demands, in the midst of laughing, but also propping Chanyeol's almost severed leg up on the table as carefully as he can without touching the dagger that is lodged inside the flesh. At this point, Yixing is fascinated that Chanyeol still is conscious and he hurriedly runs into his office to grab all the necessary surgical appliances necessary. He comes back and turns on the lights above the examination table, helping Chanyeol lie down as he goes through the step of surgery in his mind. "Just because you torture people for a living, I'm only giving you anesthetic that will numb your foot not put you to sleep." Yixing murmurs, knowing that the former option will result in less side effects for the lanky male once the surgery is over. Once the numbness has set in, Yixing precisely pulls the dagger out and throws it to a side, noting how the blood starts gushing because of the open wound. He cleans it quickly with antibacterial cleanser and then pulls out his stitches so he can stitch the wound back together. "You really...you really are something." he notes as he does his job quickly and efficiently to avoid any additional loss of blood, "I wonder how your victims must feel when you do this to them on purpose, considering that you can do this much in a simple accident." he said as he finished up and bandaged the bigger's foot completely.

So he realizes that he might have come off a little sarcastic towards Chanyeol when he first saw the younger and Yixing feels a little apologetic, as he does feel bad that such a thing happened so he sits up on the clean part of the examination table with the male and helps him sit up, throwing an arm around his shoulder, "You're staying here until I say you can leave. No complaints and no questions. Okay? I am going to babysit you until you're all healed because if I don't, you'll be coming to me almost everyday because you did something bad to re-open your wound." Yixing gets up and goes into his office to pull out a bottle of water and an apple, bringing it back to Chaneyol and handing it to the latter, "An apple a day will keep the doctor away." And he grins at the younger (but bigger) male adoringly.

@Jongin ((Second paragraph:
Wouldn't welcome him = would've welcomed him. Typo sorry))

@Jongin There was only so much messiness that his mind could look past and still be able to compute how to move across the room properly. Yixing had been so busy for the last few days that now his clinic looked like it had been trashed by a bunch of kids. He went around to pick up the bandage wrappers lying on the floor, cleaning up the dust that had started to settle on his counters, and he cleaned the platforms that were used for surgery, those were things that were always necessary to be kept sterile and he had failed in doing so for the past few days, shame on him. There was so much work, but who the hell told him when he first joined this gang that he was going to be stuck with a bunch of clumsy misfits that got injured literally every day? No kidding, if he wasn't restitching wounds because someone had forgotten about their injury, then he was giving fresh stitches to a wound that was fresh and going to become a part of the gang's scar collection soon. If it were any regular, normal person, they'd probably complain their off and quit the job as soon as they knew how hard it worked them to the ground. But for some reason, Yixing was pleased with his job and the thought of being the only medic in this notorious mafia made him proud, made him feel a little more important than he probably was. And not to mention how he loved s to death and he hated the thought of them seeing other medics, who probably would not attend to them with as much precision or care as Yixing would, or they would leave the wound unhealed and that would probably cause them later unnecessary problems in life.

Just as he was putting away his last first aid kit, Yixing heard a sudden knock at the door and he turned around, listening for who it could be. "Come in." he said, leaving the box on the counter as he went to open the door. Surprise, surprise, it was the gang leader himself and Yixing wouldn't welcomed him in wholeheartedly...if there wasn't a freaking blood stain at the collar of his shirt and his hand wasn't covered in blood that was apparently bleeding through the cloth he held to cover it. Yixing didn't bother asking for details and pulled the younger inside, seating him on the examination bed and then gently taking Jongin's hand away from his neck, "You little idiot." Yixing scolded tenderly, his hand brushing against the wound to test how deep it was and to figure out if the other needed stitches or not, "Remind me why you're a gang leader again? When you have to come to me on a weekly basis?" he teased with a small chuckle as he went over to get his first aid kit and pulled up a chair next to Jongin. He put on sanitary gloves and pulled out cleaning alcohol and the small pack of emergency stitches, "I know how much you dislike stitches since you keep telling me, but by the way you keep getting injuries that require them, I'd like to beg to differ now." Yixing said as he cleaned the wound and gave Jongin some numbing medicine to keep him from feeling the stitches going in.

@Lay Of course, Chanyeol fantasized about the scenario.

He’s replayed it multiple times his mind how he’d like it to pan out. Most of them include Chanyeol having some innate prodigious torturing skills that he whips out of nowhere and completely wows the gang with, despite being in terrible condition. A few of them include a particularly doting member, who enduringly shows Chanyeol the ropes of a hard-working gang and actually assist him with mundane tasks while on a paid leave. The more fantastical ones involved imaginations of overt praising, mutual exchanged words and phrases that were quintessentially un-gang like but incredibly Chanyeol-idealized that cumulated in Chanyeol seeming irresistibly appealing to everyone. And through several events in which Chanyeol showcased his worthiness (which ranged from things the gang would actually care about, like being able to convince one of the other drug lords to work reliably alongside them, to things really only Chanyeol would care about, like the ability to appear incredibly photogenic and handsome even while ripping teeth out) Chanyeol would end up being probably the most valued member.

But all of them end up with EXO actually having a bit of trust in Chanyeol, one way or another.

Just none of them, Chanyeol realizes as he struggles to reach the doctor's clinic with one functional leg, included having a knife submerged into his foot.

Granted, it's a clean slice. Of course, with capabilities like his, it's impressive that he's still able to maintain it despite him being the victim of his own torture. One of his victims successfully disrupted his train of thought, audaciously nudging Chanyeol at the side to cause what is now an error on his part. Fortunately, the man has been taken care of with more than another row of teeth to be meticulously removed, however in Chanyeol's opinion, it's not enough. The color scarlet stains his white sneaker, groaning inwardly as he drags his lanky form closer to Lay's part of the hotel. He can feel the dagger dig around his flesh, leaving a bloody trail with every step he takes. "Yixing," he calls out, using his actual name to emphasize his urgency. Blood smears the tiled floor as he moves to situate himself at one of the examination tables, hearing footsteps come rushing down the hallway. "I understand that I'm a violent man. I've taken on a life that requires it. I hurt people. I kill people. And each time I do, in that moment, another part of me dies along with them. But this--" He shakes his head as he stares down at his wound, aware he's over-exaggerating. "This beats everything."

@Lay There were always mixed feelings for Jongin when he got hurt or injured. On one hand, it really ing hurt, but then on the other it just gave him an excuse to go see Yixing. In the time that Jongin had known Yixing, he had grown extremely attached to the other male. The first time they met the other had saved his life, and from there he always carried this deep respect and gratefulness towards him. It also helped that the doctor was incredibly handsome. Tonight had been another one of those nights where Jongin got nicked with a knife. He had scars all over his body, and the one currently in his neck was going to be a new one. He had gone out tonight to do some business with a man who he bought some supplies through for the lab that made the gang's drugs. The son of a had decided to double cross Jongin and tried to kill him, but the leader had knocked away his gun. He ended up slicing a part of Jongin's neck, which was an idiot move on his part because it only served to piss the leader off and he grabbed his gun and shot the er in the head without even blinking.

Now he was back at the hotel and in the private, secret section just for the gang, headed towards Yixing's office to get his cut cleaned up. He was holding a cloth to it, but that wasn't going to do much good for a long period of time. He stopped in front of the door and knocked on it sharply, feeling a little irritated from the stinging pain in his neck. He hoped he wouldn't need stitches, those things were annoying and Jongin always managed to rip them and need to be restitched multiple times.