∘ nurse office

@☾ jung taekwoon Officially this was his lunch time but instead of being in the canteen with a cup of green tea and a lunchbox, Mark was working furiously to include every detail he could recall to the medical notes. Completing paperwork remained his least favorite part of his internship, heck, even sterilizing medical equipment felt less tedious and more rewarding. He had enough of experience to be on duty alone, in case bad stuff happens.
Up till now it'd been pretty uneventful, just a bunch of regulars had been paying him a visit just to skip the rest of their classes. He felt pretty generous today, because he'd given sick leave to almost everyone. Who would have blamed them? The weather was way too nice to just stay in class whole day. Plus, some of them kept his snacks stash well supplied. Was it slightly not right? Well, out of sight, out of mind he thought and began to lock his private drawer. He was suddenly interrupted by a mellow voice coming from the other room. The nurse room was divided into two parts - examination and treatment room.
"Could you please get to the doctor's lounge?" He meekly asked and got up from his chair to approach the wounded other. When he turned his face to newcomer his face softened into a smile. He's seen the male around, but he didn't recognize who he was. "My name's Mark and I'm just an intern, but I will do my best to help you." his nervous chuckle echoed around the room, eyes scanning other's body to find out what had brought him in here. "It doesn't look good to me, either" he clicked his tongue and disapproval."I'm afraid you'd have to get undressed so I can examine you properly" with a sigh he turned to look up gauze, bandages and disinfectant.

@༄ mark tuan He knew he should have been more careful, of course he knew - it was a statement thrown at him everytime he allowed his mind to wander off towards places unknown, towards things that had to be done, done someday, just not in this moment, everytime he let his mind be occupied by everything but the things he was supposed to focua on in the given moment; a sentence he heard too many times, usually moments before it was too late to be careful anyway, usually in moments like today. He should have been careful. But it was so easy to get distracted, he found out. So easy to look past the teacher and think of the chores awaiting him at home, so easy to stare at an exam while trying to remember wether the guy he met this morning wore a blue or green shirt, so easy to focus on the chirping of the birds instead on the words of the professor.

So easy to try to remember the name of a greek goddess instead of focusing on the boulders he was supposed to control.

And that was how he found himself in his current position, expression as stoic as ever despite the cuts on his cheek and one of his arms craddling the other, ripped jeans destroyed further and stained with already drying blood, once pale yellow shirt now various shades of brown and green - and all thanks to him losing focus during his esrth bending class simply because the voice in his head tried to remember the name of a goddess. It was embarrassing, admitting he was hurt a little more than he liked to be, obeying the harsh words of the professor that told him to pack up and travel the short journey towards a place he usually refused to visit - the nurse office.

It took all of the wolf's pride to straighten his shoulders and let go of his hurt arm with a barely audible groan, bruised knuckles giving the wooden door a few firm knocks before pushing down the handle and stepping in.

"Hello," his voice was soft as he called out, the usual gentleness that, or at least he was told so, didn't really fit his sharp features or the way feline-like eyes scanned the bright room in search for someone that could dismiss him again. "Sorry, anyone here? I, uh, the professor sent me in.. It ain't that bad."