Hospital

@Huang Mi Ni Goongmin hung up the phone without a goodbye; they were unnecessary and pitiful. Besides that, it made it seem like their work was going to be done; with Zhou Yan Xi, it was never done. That was alright, too, though. As long as she kept paying, he'd keep taking the business. Babysitting charges, he thought to himself, wondering how to even bill that. He'd have to get with his accountant: Room, board, meals, clothes. There would be a lot of charges incurred in this next month, but hey, at least he did get to spend time with Mini. She was such a sweet girl - and being that Goongmin was far less interested in easy than most men who looked at the girl, she'd be safe with him during her recovery. Hitting a button on his office phone, it began to auto-dial his home, where his housekeeper picked up. "See to it that the guest suite is set up for Miss Mini. She'll be staying with us for a time. I'll get you measurements to go shopping. Soft, feminine items, please, comfort and ease of access to accommodate her injuries." Goongmin hung up and instead paged a nurse, getting those measurements and texting them to his head of housekeeping. She would take care of everything. Now all that was left, was to wait. The doctor called his EMTs back, having them transport Mini's still sleeping form to his home in the heart of the city, that way when she awoke, she would be somewhere more comfortable.
-- 10 hours later.

Goongmin threw his coat across a chair as he came home, his housekeeper greeting him and filling him in on the charges made, presenting him with the receipts for the credit card under her name, and describing "Miss Mini's" state: She'd been asleep. That was to be expected, Goongmin was sure, the sedation used rather powerful, but he was sure that she'd be coming around soon. It wasn't so powerful to keep her down for days, although he had considered it, it would do her better to get up and move around while she was recuperating. It would keep her muscles from growing too stiff and ensure that the bruises didn't turn into hematoma or clots. The doctor thanked the woman, leaving her to the kitchen to prepare a hot, light meal for the girl who should be waking up soon while the doctor made his way to 'her room', for the time being.

Once there, he sat on the edge of the massive bed, pulling out several baggies from his pockets and laying them across the nightstand. He'd have to organize a daily pill box for her, he realized, looking down at the antibiotics, blood thinners, birth control, painkillers... There was a lot, even for him as a doctor. Maybe he'd save that for tomorrow morning. Instead, he simply took out two of the painkillers - a very nice opiate - and laid them down on the nightstand, tucking all of the other baggies back into his pocket. Mini looked like a small porcelain doll in the large bed, tucked up to her armpits, and by the looks of it, bare beneath the thick quilted duvet. The bandages that covered most of her features and various places on her body didn't help, making her seem even more small and delicate - a broken doll. That's all she was right now. "Mini, darling, it's Uncle Nam. Are you ready to wake up, love?" He cajoled, his otherwise rough edged voice calming a bit as he spoke to her. She really was his favorite of all the girls Yan Xi had kept in the last couple of years that he'd done business with her, and for that reason *alone*, he couldn't be too upset about babysitting.

@Nam Goongmin Zhou Yan Xi closed the laptop before her and like magic, her phone immediately rang. She smiled at the familiar number displayed on the screen. The woman didn't save any of her contacts. She didn't need to. She tapped the screen to accept the call and immediately, the attractive voice of her preferred doctor filled the room. As usual, he would give an update and then hang up before she could get a word in. At first, it had annoyed her but now she had come to appreciate his character. Zhou Yan Xi leaned back in her chair and looked at the ceiling. Euthanasia. She hummed softly to herself. Had Mini finally run out of luck? The voice of her secretary over the intercom interrupted her thoughts. Her meeting was here. "Send them in."

- back to Mini -

It was unknown with what energy Mini had not passed out yet. Perhaps it was because she knew where she was going. She was pulled into a room with bright lights. She'd been here before but she couldn't remember when. She was scared. And nervous. The pain was secondary, although each little shift in her body elicited a pitiful whimper. She knew what happened here. She knew the doctor, and she had seen others come in here. Not everyone came out alive. Mini silently prayed that the nice uncle would show up and not just the nurses. Only nurses was never a good sign. She knew. She had seen the boy last month brought in here and even though he looked very hurt only the nurses came in. And then when he came out he was dead. A sense of dread filled her broken bones. Where was uncle Nam? Why wasn't he here yet? Mini started to shake, fresh tears pouring down her bruised face and staining the already stained sheets beneath her. A nurse came over and tried to calm her down but Mini was just seconds away from screaming. Just then, the door opened and Mini froze. Was it him? Was he here? A mask-covered face and slightly drooping eyes gazed down at her. She imagined a smile under his mask and smiled in return. Every movement hurt but she nodded vigorously nonetheless. Her blindingly bright smile formed a stark contrast to her deathly appearance "Uncle Nam!!" Her heart skipped a beat. He was going to fix her. She wasn't going to die. She liked uncle Nam best in the whole world. And with that thought, Mini breathed in deeply as instructed and faded into a deep sleep.

- back to Zhou Yan Xi -

"Hello~?" This time Zhou Yan Xi answered the phone with a playful tone in her voice. A smile lingered on her lips. "You talk so much, Doctor Nam... not that I mind, you have a lovely voice." She was teasing, as befitted a gold-digging turned owner of a fortune. "Yes, yes, I suppose I could give her a week off." Zhou Yan Xi peered down at her lacquered nails as she spoke and squinted, inspecting one a bit closer. It seems she needed a new manicure. She ignored the remark about a hysterectomy. Where was the fun in that? She still had plans for her pet. "Four weeks to ensure she's clean? It seems she's not out of the rough waters just yet then... I can't use her unless I know she's clean, you know that. In that case... I'll be leaving her with you for a while. Feel free to charge me for babysitting." Zhou Yan Xi thought of a previous encounter she had witnessed between the pet in question and the doctor. "Think of it as a charity. We both know how much Mini likes you."

@Nam Goongmin [ *googles every third word in your reply* very noice very noice! Thanks for waiting for me to post the starter ><♡ ]

@Huang Mi Ni When the private ambulance came back with the patient Zhou Yan Xi had called about, Goongmin simply rubbed his temples. How she kept doing this to her toys was beyond him; but hey, he wasn't one to judge. Having the two private EMTs that he kept on staff for his VIPs - aka, the cash payment clientele - bring Mini up to the suite he'd prepared for her, Goongmin took a moment to call the woman up. "If you send me another like her, my prices are going to go up. I'll be running the usual battery of tests, and have a determination in about two hours. I'll let you know if euthanasia is necessary, and give you options for disposal or recovery depending on the prognosis." And with that, he hung up, going to scrub in so he could take a better look at the girl.

Once he was scrubbed clean from the elbows down, masked, and gloved up, he came into the suite that was prepped for emergency surgery just in case, smiling down on Mini, though his eyes were the only visible part of him. "Hello, Mini dear. It's Doctor Nam, do you remember me?" He asked softly, vaguely reminded that she was a pretty girl back when Zhou Yan Xi had first bought her... Now her face looked roughly like fresh ground hamburger meat. If nothing else, she was going to need a week down for the swelling and bruising to go away as much as possible. "I'm going to fix you up for Mother, so just breathe nice and deep for me." As he said this, a mask was placed over her face, combined laughing gas and oxygen meant to put the poor girl to sleep before he could give her a main line of anesthesia. Finding a vein was hard, thanks to her dehydration and lack of nutrition, so he decided to go an IO route to get fluids to her faster. Luckily she was at least 'asleep', because this was going to hurt like a .

Once he ran the line straight into her humerus - the place with the least amount of trauma, and also the least likely place to scar - Goongmin allowed her fluids to bring her back close enough to life that he could run a proper IV in the same arm, flooding her system with painkillers and antibiotics in addition to the fluids. Part one was done. Part two would involve lots of stitches and a full workup of blood for diseases and pregnancy, as well as a full body exam. Of course, there were no condoms used, and Goongmin was thankful that the girl wasn't awake because this would probably hurt her already abused body. He summoned a set of tools and put the girl in stirrups, cleaning out her uterus of whatever products he could and checking her lining before stripping it away - a crude but effective means to ensure that there would be no pregnancy *this time*. Once he'd done that, he checked in with his nurses who were administering the finest stitches and applying compression bandages to reduce scarring; he was notified that there were a few joints out of place that would have to be set - mostly fingers, but also her shoulder. Taking all this, he checked over the notes to see what the end result would be. Mostly just soft tissue damage; possibility of STD exposure; No for a week... Well, things could be much worse, despite the way the girl looked.

Leaving the sweet nurses to finish dressing Mini's wounds and set her joints correctly, he went to his office, sitting back in his plush leather chair and pouring himself a scotch while he rang Zhou Yan Xi. "She'll be down for about a week; I can give her some blood thinners to help the bruising go down quicker, but I also had to shred her endometrial tissue to ensure there was nothing for any eggs to implant in as this is a fertile week... She can NOT have any ual contact for at least a week, Yan Xi - She's going to be bleeding for at least that long. While she's bleeding, she cannot do a thing unless you want her to get an infection, and you know how nasty that can be." He paused, thinking back on one of the previous girls a few years ago, a time when Yan Xi thought she knew better - or just didn't care, one way or the other - it hadn't ended up well. At least it was an even transaction in the end - he had a very healthy donor end up in his morgue. "Either way, you will want to think about permanent ablation or a full hysterectomy if you plan on making this a regular thing. Once I ran a line to get some fluids in her, her pulse and ox rate went back to normal, so aside from a few dislocated fingers, the stitches and bruising, she'll recover nicely." He continued in a very bored tone, running down the chart notes before tagging on at the end. "Oh, and she'll need blood work every week for the next four weeks to ensure the antibiotics took and there are no STDs."

@Nam Goongmin Zhou Yan Xi sat behind her desk, slender legs crossed and examined the video playing on the screen before her. There was no sound but she could almost hear the screams of her pet piercing the silence in the air. A week ago a shipment of girls had drowned along with the ship they'd been on. It was precious money and time wasted just like that and Zhou Yan Xi's mood had been correspondingly sour. Her precious pet, forever oblivious to her surroundings, had made the mistake of humming a cheerful tune and pissed off Zhou Yan Xi. She had to admit that her punishments were extreme when she was in a bad mood but as she watched the footage of her precious pet she felt no regret. Her expression was cold but the corners of her lips held a shadow of a smile. Just because Mini had been around her for a several years, some misunderstood that Mini was somehow genuinely treasured by Zhou Yan Xi. She was not, Mini was merely lucky enough to survive Zhou Yan Xi's whims for several years. Well, it wasn't just luck but that was a story for another time. As if she would invest emotion into an existence as insignificant as a pet. What a joke. Mini was just a toy to be thrown away when its usage expired. Zhou Yan Xi had plenty of potential pets to fill in Mini's slot should she not make it. Watching the footage, perhaps her time had come. Mini had spent a week in a container with male slaves. They were hungry, confused, and obviously angry about being ripped from their friends and families. Mini in her clean clothes and with her innocent expression had been like a lamb led to the slaughter. was an obvious consequence but not close to the worst. Broken ribs, bruises everywhere, beaten bloody.. it was quite impressive her pet had succeeded in protecting her limbs from being broken. Adding to that she didn't eat for a whole week but had to work daily as a punching bag, her state was critical. Zhou Yan Xi had sent her to the usual doctor, with instructions to check if she was 'fixable' or not. Due to excessive with untested subjects, she had also asked that she be checked for diseases and pregnancy. If she had caught something, she could be put down. If she was pregnant that should be taken care off.

- at the hospital -

Mini was barely conscious, lying on a stretcher that was being leisurely wheeled to a room where the doctor in question was supposed to be. This wasn't the first time this had happened but usually, it didn't last that long. Her mind was fuzzy and breathing hurt. Lips stained with blood, a swollen, bruised face, her pretty face was hard to recognize. Mini didn't have the mental leisure to care about that, her fingers gripping onto the sheet beneath her weakly. She didn't want to die. She could do well. She was going to do well. She wasn't going to make mother mad again. Mother was scary. She didn't want to go back, but she didn't want to be abandoned either. Tears mixed with the blood staining her cheeks and slithered down her skin.