The Hospital

@choi siwon "Not on me...but there's some back at the shop..." In fact there's what would be considered several lifetimes worth hidden somewhere around the city, not that Himchan will ever tell Siwon that. He has to keep the doctor coming to him after all. Because the merchant is highly afraid that the old man would never come to visit him again if he didn't have some reason to. Hence he'll never give away the location of his stash. Instead he'll just let Siwon keep thinking he keeps them all at the store, even though that's a relatively small portion. "What is it that you have? I'll give you everything I have at the shop so tell me what it is." There's eagerness in Himchan's voice as he attempts to push himself up into a sitting position. He'd like to see the doctor's face as they talk. Unfortunately for the young male the overwhelming pain radiating from his gut is just too much and after a few tries he has to collapse back against the rickety old operating table with a pained groan. What he wouldn't do for several heavy doses of morphine right about now.

@∤ kim himchan Siwon just laughed at the others reaction, nodding along in a patronizing fashion as the other insisted he was looked absolutely terrible. "Uh-huh." He was having trouble keeping the corners of his lips down to maintain a serious expression; they kept twitching rather strangely. How long had he known Himchan? And how many times had this brat professed his love to him? He couldn't hide his sadistic smile any longer. Just as he opened his mouth to vocally reminisce about when a tiny brat had looked at him with large eyes, a blush on his cheeks and insisted he was going to marry the doctor when he grew up. A, fond memories. Sadly, he was interrupted by the complaint about his (lack of) painkillers. Siwon made no secret of sitting up a little straighter at the mention of more payment. He sniggered at the outburst and leisurely kept chasing his dream of death by nicotine. "If you need to have serious surgery, you'd be dead before you got here.", he stated flatly. Siwon only had to take care of people who were alive to make it to him. Nevertheless, this brat was under quite some pain. After a short pause and simply eyeing the snivelling younger.. "I might have something..~ any more of these?", he asked and raised the cigarette between his fingers.

@choi siwon A soft scoff of disbelief leaves Himchan at the doctor's words. How could he joke around at a time like this? He's basically dying on this table!!! "Please. You aren't handsome, there's nothing good looking about you at all!! just happens to be a convenient way to get what I want most times." Thats quite the lie, of course. Himchan has always found the doctor incredibly handsome and while he's found it easy to tell the doctor when he was a small, cute child now-a-days it's rather impossible for him to say such things. He has his pride to worry about after all. Besides compliments just make the Doctor's ego inflated and he's always so difficult to deal with when he's like that. "I can't believe you don't keep any pain killers here. Am I gonna have to /pay/ you to keep some around or something? What happens if you ever have to cut me open one day? I could die from the shock!!!" Of course the young merchant knows he's being a bit dramatic but he just can't help himself. He's tired and in excruciating pain and the person who's sympathies he wants is busy making jokes at his expense. How else is he gonna react? "Old man it hurts...."

@∤ kim himchan Siwon watched the brat whither away in embarrassment, taking out a cigarette from the pack he'd received as payment for this mess. Smirking slightly he lit it up and took a deep drag, quirking a brow in amusement as the brat tried to curl up into a ball. The doctor had made no attempts to stop him, now sitting cross-legged on his stool. Kids had to get burned to learn, after all. "Indeed, I must have misheard.", he mused and took another drag, blowing the smoke out into rings. He'd practised that for quite some time and he couldn't help but feel proud at those beautiful, airy, grey rings and immediately set out to create some more. His gaze flickered back to the younger at his pained whining, staring at him with a rather deadpan expression. "Nah, brat. None of that here." He broke out into a wide grin a moment later and suggestively wriggled his brows. "Look at this brat, trying to seduce me~", he cooed and tentatively ran the back of his hand against his jawline. "You still got it Siwon", he mumbled to himself, but intentionally loud enough for the other to hear, "still got it indeed."

@choi siwon Himchan's face flushes a deep pink in embarrasment as he realizes he just gave himself away to the doctor and he does his best fish impression, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. After a few minutes he lets out a frustrated gurgle and covers his face with his hands in an attempt to escape this humiliation. A soft, keening whine leaves the male as he attempts to curl up into a ball out of reflex only to find out that that's a bad idea with a freshly stitched stomach wound. The yelp he lets out as his body jerks from the sudden pain of the stitches being irritated comes out high pitched and pathetic, fitting the male far more than it should for someone who lives in a town full of murderous psychopaths. "Ah...ahn..no...why would you think such a thing? Me? The master of firearms shooting myself? Preposterous." It's an obvious lie, not that Himchan had ever been good at lying, and the young merchant knows the older man will easily see through it but he can't help himself. Siwon's opinion of him is important to Himchan and said opinion is already so pathetically low it more than likely doesn't even exist any more and is just some pipe dream of Himchan's. But still he has to try and keep it alive so that means lying to the Doctor no matter how badly and pathetic it may be. "Siwon...do you have any pai...pain killers or something fo..for this...I'll do whate...whatever you want...so please..."

@∤ kim himchan Siwon still had his mouth full of chips, crumbs clinging to his baby of a beard, staring down at the tear-stained face. He let the younger cling to his arm, all the while trying to mask that he was chewing as best he could. There was a certain.. atmosphere hanging in the room now, it kind of reminded him of a sappy melodrama. He didn't want to break the tension with the sound of him chewing. So there he sat, kind of sitting out the brat's misery, when Himchan revealed how he had gotten this injury in the first place. Siwon's eyes ripped wide open and he started to choke, accidentally spitting out a few crumbs on Himchan before he regained relative control of his composure. Swallowing down his chips, he couldn't help but laugh. He grinned. "So you shot yourself, did you?", he mused and leaned back in his seat.

It was that time again. His face had already started to swell, blue marks forming around his eye, on his jaw and his nose looked like it stood somewhat crooked too. It was somewhat of a miracle that he still had all his teeth, especially if you considered the amount of times that he had gotten beaten up like this. With a limp in his step Chihoon stumbles into the hospital, his ankle stiff and swollen – probably sprained – and blood slowly oozing from a wound on his femur. That wasn’t the only place he was bleeding though, his hand was tightly pressed on a wound on his side. His other arm hung almost lifelessly next to his body, dislocated shoulder making it almost impossible to use it.

Everything together it had taken him quite a while to move from alley towards the hospital. On his way he had run in more people, but none of them had attempt to finish him off, instead they had just watched him, laughing, as he stumbled in the direction of the only place that could actually do something for him. Chihoon glanced around the hall after the main entrance, which looked completely deserted. “Doctor?”

@choi siwon If Himchan we're lucid he'd have stopped the doctor to talk about what he'd just said. Question him about his sudden change in demeanor with a worried expression. Wonder if maybe there's something the doctor is hiding from him. If the doctor has his own demons he isn't dealing with because he's far too busy trying to fix everyone else's. He'd have especially been worried at the affection the doctor showed. As is all the younger male can do is press into the momentary caress and let out a startled yelp as the wound is jostled. His eyes screw shut as fresh tears begin streaming down his cheeks and his hands tighten their grip on the doctor. A gurgled reply leaves him, something along the lines of " you, ain't dying." And something about still having to annoy him some more. But unfortunately the pain leaves Himchan a paralyzed, silently sobbing mess upon the doctor's operating table and it only gets worse with each stitch Siwon makes. At least Himchan has stopped screaming, his vocal cords having given out ages ago during the initial part of the surgery. When everything is all said an done, the bullet removed and wound all stitched up Himchan isn't inclined to do much of anything except lie there and cling to the older man. His eyes remain screwed shut despite his pained expression waning slowly with each passing minute. He's definitely going to have to remind himself to get some pain killers and some anesthetic for Siwon to keep on hand if he ever comes back up here for such a reason. After a few minutes the pain has subsided enough that the merchant can think clearly though he still looks half dead. "Fu......remind me again why I carry those pistols around?" He jokes softly, shooting the larger male a small, teasing smile.

@kim himchan Siwon's lips curled into a scowl as he peered down at the poor brat. "Well aren't you looking lively.", he commented dryly and replaced the blood pack Himchan was getting the transfusion from. "I'm pretty sure I could sell you as a zombie and people would believe me-" He grinned at the thought, but then his expression darkened and he shook his head. "There are so many sick people in Toshima.." The question was rhetorical, but the thought had reminded him of a certain little monster, as well as the brat lying before him now. At least the monster didn't get hurt this badly. Anyways! Siwon wasn't the type to get depressed, that didn't fit his concept so within seconds there was an annoying bright grin painted on his face as he stared down at the half-dead brat. "I'm going to patch you up now~", he cooed and pet Himchan's cheek before pulling a needle and common thread out of his suture kit. Removing the blood-soaked gauze, he got to work, poking the already irritated skin with the needle as he swiftly sewed the wound shut. "Don't die on me, kid.", he muttered under his breath and stuck his head back into the bag of chips.

@choi siwon By the time Siwon was ready to extract the slug he'd penetrated himself with Himchan was begining to ponder if dying on the doctor's doorstep wasn't the more preferable option. The pain has transcended agonizing and leapt into levels the merchant has no words to describe. All he can really do is cry out in pain and do his best not to thrash around on the table, though he fails a bit at that part. When the older male finally finishes Himchan all but collapses back onto the table, sweat trickling down his brown and body shaking slightly from residual pain. He'd love to answer the doctor, ask him how the does he think he feels, but all Himchan can really do is weakly wrap both his hands around the forearm on the hand pressed against his wound. The action is more to ground himself than to gain attention or sympathy. He looks rather pathetic at the moment anyways, tears he hadn't known he'd been crying streaking down his face as it twists into an ugly scowl with each jolt, it's almost as if he's back to the days where this was a normal occurence back before his first ever kill. The blood loss is starting to take effect too. Himchan is visibly groggy and far paler than he's been in years. He wont die, of course, but he definitely LOOKS as if he's on deaths door.

@kim himchan Siwon shrugged as the rejection, but stood up nonetheless to find that bag of chips. Coincidentally, it was in the shelf right beside him and as to not get any crumbs on his hands, he pretty much stuck his head in the bag, emerging with a mouth and stubble beard full of chips. Setting the bag aside again, he chomped away leisurely, leaning forward to continue with what he was doing. Now that the wound was spread open, he picked up a clamp and started fumbling away in the bloody mess. It took a bit of wiggling around, but eventually he got a firm hold on the little er and pulled it out without warning. As the extracted bullet was whole, he set it aside and stopped poking around. What to do.. what to do.. Siwon frowned slightly and grabbed a couple pieces of gauze, pressing them to the open wound. "How you doing, brat?", the self-proclaimed and somewhat qualified doctor hummed as he fumbled around for his suture kit. Of course, there was a chance that Himchan had internal bleeding due to the location of the gunshot wound.. but, the chance of it wasn't too high and Siwon really didn't have the equipment for operating right now - not to mention Himchan had lost more than enough blood and Siwon didn't have a lot left to transfuse - so they'd just have to hope for the best.

@choi siwon (-_- Nevermind....)

The doctor stopping didnt necessarily get rid of the pain. Sure it lessened to a dull throb but it was still present. He welcomes to lull and uses the time alloted to take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. As much as a break would be appreciated, and probably the smart thing to do, Himchan would much rather get this done and over with. So he shakes his head no and lets out a shaky sigh. "Jus...just get it over with. You can baby me after its over. Okay?" He jokes softly, shooting the older male a cheeky grin. There's no way he's going to die from being in pain, though he might definitely pass out again. And as much as they both like to pretend that they hate one another Himchan is rather confident Siwon wouldnt let him die of any complications. "M'fine...just gotten a bit soft...hurry it up old man..." He lifts a shaky hand and waves it around in a nonchalant matter, acting as if he isn't willingly subjecting himself to what is basically a form of torture. Its necessary for his survival they get this done as soon as possible. The would needs to be closed and the lead from the bullet needs to be removed. Either one could result in his death. So best to nip it in the . "I'll be f...fi..fine..." He appreciates the sentiment though and shows jt via a small, albeit forced, smile.

@kim himchan // you do realize that I rp minpha as well, right? why should I take ANOTHER look at the rp with minpha..? //

Siwon just laughed as Himchan started to curse at him, flashing him a cheery grin. "Sure, sure~ kill me", he mused as he grabbed another tool to wrench the wound apart. Noticing how the other's movements suddenly stilled, he peered up, just to check if the brat had died, but just grunted and continued when he'd only passed out. A short while after, he was back again and trembling in pain. For a moment, Siwon stopped what he was doing and peered down at the brat, brows furrowed. What was he to do about this kid... he really was looking a little too ty right now. "Wanna take a break?", he asked. "I have some chips somewhere.. want some?" Siwon didn't derive any particular pleasure from treating his customers without anaesthesia, he wasn't a sadist. He was pragmatic and wasn't going to waste money on stupid stuff like that. If someone wanted narcotics, they would have to buy and bring them themselves.

@choi siwon (You might wanna go take a look at the rp with Minpha~)

The treatment wasn't anything knew to Himchan. Siwon wasnt known for his cheery demeanor or soft treatment after all. That doesnt mean, however, that Himchan appreciated being slammes into the operating table the way he was or that he enjoyed being manhandled. Far from exactly and he's planned on making his displeasure known but the hot sting of a knife digging into his skin stopped him. It took all of his will power not to scream, his body arching slightly off the table in reaction. He'd never move away from the sadistic doctor, however, no matter how much pain he caused him. That would probably just piss the man off and make this whole situation much, much worse. "You son of a ." Himchan curses softly, more to help ease the pain than to insult the doctor. "I'm gonna ing kill you when this is over I ing swear..." His voice comes out strained and shaky, the pain obviously overwhelming him and they haven't even gotten to the truly painful part yet, digging the bullet out. Himchan supposes the life of a merchant has made him soft. Just something else for the good doctor to about. He eventually collapses against the table as the pain completely overwhelmes him and he passes out. Though that doesnt last long as he's back awake moments later, biting down on his bottom lip to keep in any embarrassing noises and gripping the sides of the operating table to keep himself grounded.

@kim himchan // you're discriminating you lil' *^* reply to minpha too //

Siwon watched the half-dead walking corpse fumble through his satchel, a pleased smile appearing on his face at the sight of the cigarettes. With a bright grin on his face, he opened the door wide and reached through, grabbing onto Himchan's hand and shook it. "That's a deal, customer!", he beamed, snatching the cigarettes away from the other and shoving them into his pants, before wrapping one strong arm around his dying customer and picking him up like a sack of potatoes. "Alright then~ Let's do this", he hummed to himself, whistling absentmindedly as he knocked the door shut behind them with his foot and moved to a table. As he was still holding up his pants with one hand, Himchan had a rather rough encounter with the table as he was laid down on it. "Don't go anywhere", Siwon told the younger, patting his cheek affectionately before going off to rummage through some drawers. He needed a minute, but then he had found the belt he'd been looking for and quickly put it on. Couldn't have his pants slipping while treating the customer now, could he. Treating Himchan was going to be a lot easier than other customer's, as he had a lot of information on him from prior treatments. Like his blood type for example. Whistling away, Siwon opened a rickety old fridge and pulled a couple packs of blood and proceeded to poke a hole in Himchan's arm so the transfusion could begin. From underneath a pile of strange-looking tissues, Siwon took a scalpel, rubbed it on his pants a few times and then pulled up the other's shirt, exposing his wound. Thank god that little pain in the of an executioner wasn't here now. There was too much blood for that punk to stay sane. "I'm going in.", he warned Himchan and took his scalpel to the wound, cutting it open to make access to the bullet wound easier. Anaesthesia? That was ing expensive, the brat would have to deal with it.

@choi siwon Himchan couldn't believe this, here he is nearly on deaths door and BLEEDING OUT and this had the gall to ask him for payment? Though Himchan supposes he shouldnt be too surprised. Siwon had never given him special treatment, save for maybe the first time he'd been brought to his office and then it had probably only been die to his age and the fact that his owner had been a very rich man. Then again in all his years coming here as an adult Himchan jad never been THIS hurt. Can't the old man pretend to like him, even this once? With an annoyed huff Himchan shoves the hand he'd been using to hold his side, which by now is a flaky bloody mess, and uses it to rummage through the satchel he always carries. After a minute or so he pulls out a carton of cigarettes, specifically the kind Siwon smokes. "I will give you this...free of charge..." He mutters weakly, leaning further into the wall for support. "I'll give you anything you want just fix me up." Himchan feels he's too young to die and to die like this? It would just be humiliating.

@kim himchan Siwon was fast asleep, half-dressed and snoring away ruthlessly in his hammock when someone dared to knock on his door. He woke up immediately, one hand tightly gripping his trusty screwdriver as a soft, pathetic and familiar voice rung into the bunker. Despite his groan of annoyance, he couldn't help but smirk at his little friend's words. He'd known Himchan for a long, long time. Pulling his pants up with one hand, he walked over to the door, opening it just slightly to peer at the other. He was clearly in a bad condition, the blood anaemia was written on his face. "Got any money, brat?", he asked, rubbing his stubble-beard with his spare hand, silently examining him. Siwon may be the doctor around here, but that didn't make him a happy Samaritan. Just like everyone else, he was fighting for life, money and cigarettes. Well, that didn't mean he would just leave Himchan to die if he didn't have anything on him. He was a regular customer after all and.. Siwon had a bit of a soft spot for him. Maybe he'd just do some first aid if he couldn't pay now, or treat him completely and then have the kid owe him.

@choi siwon This day was just getting worse by the minute. First Himchan had been woken up at some ungodly hour by one of his neighbors screaming bloody murder, the poor sap had crossed a loan shark and found out the hard way that's not a good thing to do. Then he'd visited his shop at the market to discover it'd been ransacked with thugs and had to hire some mafia dogs to track down his stuff for him. Which had cost him a pretty penny. After that he'd had to rush back home to retrieve his guns, what kind of moron leaves their weapons at home in this hellhole, only to pick them up wrong and setting one off. So that's how he finds himself here, standing in front of Choi Siwon's office a blood trail stretching behind him as he grips said dripping wound in his side. He's far too humiliated to knock but he knows if he doesn't he might die. But the thought of what Siwon will do when he finds out his annoyance has SHOT HIMSELF makes the male hesitate. But eventually he raises a hand and wraps a few sturdy knocks against the door. "Siwon-ah...open up please...imma die if you don't..." He whines softly, leaning against the door as his blood loss catches up to him.