▸　❛ hospital

her brows immediately furrow in response to his words, eyes following him as he speaks intently. she tries to imagine the group and whom may have been off, but struggles doing so herself.
yeah, we don't have to talk about it right now. maybe in the morning, once we've gotten some rest. i think we all need it.
gently removing her hand from lisa's she reaches up, nudging away a few flyaway strands from his face.
for now, let me see if i can get my hands on the doctor.. i don't think there's any reason to keep me here.

ah.
her brows furrow with a few nods, still pondering over whom it could be but.. there was so little she could pick out about them, even when they were right in front of her. even when they were touching her. she shifts her gaze back to him, visage interlaced with concern as she leans up a tad, just a little closer with a whisper.
hey, what is it? wanna talk?

me too, thank you.
she whispers, relaxing back once more as the tip of her tongue runs over her chapped lips. though, her eyes remain on him and she only looks away to lisa as he mentions her, nodding slowly.
i know, i just.. i don't know. i feel awful. i should've just it up and never said anything in the first place. ...did they end up catching anyone, that we know of?
she looks between the two, blinking.

her eyes remain on his hand as she interlaces her fingers with his, shaking her head subtly with a murmur.
i appreciate it, but i don't really feel like i did anything. i thought i had it.
she follows his gaze, turning her head before looking back at him with a nod.
i don't think i'll be sleeping regardless of where i'm at but.. would you stay? here, there. y'know?
biting into her lower lip, her brow furrows and she sighs.
i'm guessing you saw the video, right?

it's pathetic, isn't it? somehow i always end up here. i didn't even have it worst.
she snorts, leaning her head back against the bed. there's a bandage on her neck where she'd been tased and not only were her ankles bruised, but along with her wrists that were also bandaged.
i don't think so-- you think they'd let me out tonight?
she murmurs, shifting her attention to lisa, to whom she finds her hand before opening her palm towards the male with a small smile.

her foot wiggles side to side as anxiousness pools within her stomach, and there's a certain familiarity of this hospital, but not a good one. the anxiety immediately subsides at the sight of her friends, corners of her lips curling upwards at the end in a faint smile.
hi.
her fingers press against the mattress to nudge herself up, her back pressed against the cushioning of the chair.
i'm okay, i'm feeling like i'd like to go home.. are you okay? is everyone else okay?

[] hi hello please pretend lisa is here i need to do events work

[] ok friends !! i'm ready if you are!

Comfortability never bothered the damsel, no. It was, in simple terms, a coping mechanism for her. The more she talked about it, the more emotionally involved she becomes with whatever turmoil bubbles inside her; the less she spoke about it, the number she became. That "numbness" eventually translates to finally being alright, and that's all she ever wanted. Tranquility. For her, it's the first step towards something more positive. "I guess they got what they wanted, right? Or—what if they fled because the police were more involved? They stopped the moment we started getting interrogated."

"I'm fine," It's an automated response at this point, and she wonders if there would be any truth in at least one of the instances she'll say it again. Every single time someone asks her the dreaded question, the broken record of a question that she lies to as a front, a piece of her sanity whittles away. In truth, she's been through far too much to fully process the reality of it all, but she doesn't pity herself. She has no right to. Not when her best friend was abducted and tortured, and now, in a ing hospital bed. No, she's not fine. But she conceals this with an assuring smile. "It's just, is this it? Is it over?"

[] no need to mirror lol

[] i'm finishing up this sign so you can if you want!!

[] you guys want me to skip a few hours?

I hope so too. She sits in the waiting room with visible anguish contorting her otherwise blank expression. Every once in a while does she glance up at the male, lips pressed into a thin line. Her mind, as it has been for the past couple of weeks, is convoluted with the contents of the messages, especially the last one received when the group finally freed themselves from the confines of the warehouse.

@❛ sam k。 @❛ lalisa m。 [] we can do that!! i'm here just .... npc LMAOOOO we can do this an easy way so that we don't have to drag this out too long

@❛ sam k。 @❛ momo h。 @❛ ariana g。 [] up to y'all

@❛ seora k。 Lifting an incredulous eyebrow, Jimin shrugged his shoulders and held his arms out in a nonchalant pose. "Don't all men have enormous egos? I thought that was a founding column of the gender." The male teased, gently prodding the female's side. Taking a step closer, he held the entire bag out to Seora and shook his head. "No take it all. You know I trust you more than anyone else. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought this issue to you. As for the cellphone, I'll get a dupe that I can throw away if they catch on. Would that work?" He inquired, leaning forward to keep their voices at a hushed, nearly inaudible whisper. Clearing his throat, he extended a hand outwards to take hers into his and gave it a firm shake. "So....what's the move now? I just get the phone, get the number to you, and then we discuss via that medium? Or should we toss the phone idea and simply meet in person to discuss things?" His voice trailed off as he thought, eyebrows furrowing as he frowned. "Or would that be too dangerous?"

@❛ jimin p。 Seora gave him a nonchalant shrug, a cheeky grin spreading across her lips. "Did you now? I'm so surprised. I guess I can't blame you. You're welcome or whatever? Didn't know you had an ego to start with." She teased, gaze then descending to the small box in his hands. She knew exactly what was in it. She always knew these meetings had a purpose, no matter how friendly they seemed from a distance. "I'm glad things are better than they were, but you wouldn't be seeing me if they didn't have their issues." She agreed, scanning around to make sure they were still alright, then sliding her tongue between her parted lips as she listened. "I guess we'll just get to the point then, huh? I keep looking and I think you're okay for now, but we'll need to be quick. I wouldn't want the birdie going dog mode and sniffing you out. The last thing we need is them connecting you to here." The brunette lowered her voice, trying to remove the opportunity for their voices to create an unwanted echo. "How long do you think they've been tracking you? I can do some research and see what route we can take from there in terms of getting rid of them or telling you how." She agreed, trying not to let the sight of the beautiful pills deter her from keeping her ground. "Don't you always reward me well?" Her voice returned to its teasing tone, hoping to lighten up the darkening mood. "Anyway, I'll do it. Your phone will be too easy to track so I'll figure out a way to contact you and tell you what I know as soon as I can. Deal?" Seora extended a manicured hand, forming a warm smile. "You can even just give me half if you're that worried."

@❛ seora k。 Scoffing at the rather promiscuous suggestion that she made, Jimin laughed, a bit louder than he originally intended and shook his head, fringe falling into his gaze. “Please—I gave up on ‘girls’ a while ago. I’m more that content chasing after a man nowadays. However, I do appreciate the assumption that I have a harem of women following me—really boosts the ego.” He teased, slipping his fingertips into the pocket of his denim jacket to pull out a small box that was often used to hold jewelry, much like a ring for a proposal. Flicking it open so that she could see, a small plastic bag filled with a few small pills were coveted within the velvet interior of the box. “Things are much better than they have been in the past, but I think I’ve run into trouble again which…is why I’m here if I’m being honest….” He leaned closer and took a step forward in fear of speaking too loud for others to hear. “I don’t think I was followed, but I’ve been noticing a…little bird over my shoulder from time to time, and I could use a bit of advice…or literal help with getting rid of it. What do you think? I’ll reward you handsomely.” The offer was punctuated with a quick glance down to the ebony box in his hands, knowing that it would have been too good to give up.

@❛ jimin p。 Seora leaned back against the alabaster wall, lithe fingertips tracing over the bumps and dips in the painted brick. Surely he'd be here soon, right? Sage eyes ascended their gaze to the ceiling as she listened for anyone coming. The last thing she needed was someone catching them. With enough time, they could think up an excuse as to why they were there, but not everyone here was stupid as she'd been led to believe. She'd learned quickly that even this place had secrets.

The pathologist in training jumped when the door was burst open, one hand resting over her heart and the other going for the sheathed knife in her boot. "Don't scare me like that, jerk." Seora panted, taking a moment or two to regain her composure. Being down here for too long had made her jumpy. "It's been far too long." Ruby lips pursed in a sorry attempt at not smiling as she agreed. She'd missed him, but she wouldn't let him know that. "Don't go flattering yourself too much. Just because you're cute doesn't mean I'm gonna be as patient as the girls you go out with." She rolled her eyes to complete her point, stuffing a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. "How are things these days, anyway? You holding up alright?" As she inquired further, her free hand dipped into her lab coat, pulling out a stack of bills she'd meant to trade out for what she needed.

@❛ seora k。 Azure streaks of paint littered the horizon, signifying the presence of the night-crawlers--those who thrived under the veil of the bewitching hour. Arriving at the hospital, ivory surrounded him as heavy exhales left him; he had ran into the building after ensuring that he had not been followed. Ebony orbs spared a glance at the silver watch on his wrist. He was late, but he had to be sure that he wouldn't risk exposing Seora to those that would love to see his head on a stake.

Descending into the depths of the building, the sterile environment seemed to grow more sinister. As Jimin descended, he made note of how it seemed as though this aspect of the hospital was hidden from view--as if it were a shame to the public eye. Perhaps it was best that the general populace did not actively think of this part of the human life cycle--death.

Throwing open the final door, Jimin burst into the basement of the hospital to find Seora in the hallway. "Ah- long time, no see." He teased, shuffling over to the female before leaning against the wall. "You've been expecting this handsome cutie to arrive I presume?"

@❛ lalisa m。 Everything suddenly felt empty, his whole being was stupefied surroundings seemed timeless. Nothing seemed right nor wrong, was this the same feeling of astronauts on the moon? Or same as some people call it dissociative identity, he could feel and not feel his body, having control but not having it at the same time. It took a few hours before he could control his own thoughts. The numbness of his figure slowly dissipated, waking his brain haltingly there was a certain assuage maybe due to the comfortable mattress he was laying down. His digits dragged the fabric underneath as he tried to to extend his upper limbs, it was like solid metal trapped his branches to the bed. The burning sensation rose around his tendons inflaming his brachioradialis upward to his deltoid, the pain was excruciating enough to make his eyes open widely and his breathing became shaking and uneven. Machine beeps echoed the room, they were more intense and louder each time he tried to breathe. Luckily a nurse was standing right beside him, she took a quick glance at him before letting the morphine do the rest. Slowly he felt the pain evaporating, his head gingerly turned to the female curiously. At that moment, he started to understand his surroundings and where he was. Patiently enough, the nurse softly spoke with him, making him more serene about the whole situation. After an hour he was 'fine', at least as fine as he could be, his orbs were fixated... the door... the nurse talked about a female waiting outside. He came all alone to Lavande, who could it be? Wandering around his own mind to try to gauge who would it be, he sighed giving up on guessing. Leaning his head back and turning to the other side, looking at the sky through the small window on his room.

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@❛ bambam b。 A colorful arrangement of flowers is held tightly in a shaky hand while the other hovers above the door handle. Hesitation keeps her figure anchored on this side of the door, obscuring herself from the identity of the person that lies unconscious inside. They’ve only crossed paths once, and that single time led to an accident that brought the both of them here. Except, one was free to roam the hospital halls, while the other was detained in in a bed with tubes attached to his body. And it was all her fault. At least, that’s what she’s been telling herself for the past twenty-four hours. The images of the crash haunted her mind, especially with how close in proximity she was. A part of her eases her troubled mind because she couldn’t have known. All she did was walk across the street when the signal permitted her to, and she had the right of way. But he was so close. Perhaps she stepped off too soon. Maybe she should have let him pass first. Or maybe—she shakes her head. Enough. She’s been standing outside his room for far too long. She takes in a deep breath, her fingers finally curling around the handle before pushing it down to carefully open the door.

@❛ yein j。 it had been many months since yohan's injury, and a surgery that sealed the fate of his knee becoming unable to heal back up to its previous condition from when he was still doing taekwondo sparring matches. if it was the yohan of months ago, he would have refused to come to the hospital, still trying to push himself past the limits clearly set for someone like him because he was that desperate to get back into the game, and that in denial. by now, all that's left when he thinks about appointments like this is a sense of reality that weighs down on him and creates emptiness. that's how he ends up actually coming to the hospital today, which leads to the waiting room, in such emptiness that he lets out a sigh with all of his soul right before a question is asked to him.

he's taken aback when he notices someone extending words towards him, which breaks him out of his thoughts. his eyes gaze over to where the words come from, noticing a girl who had been sitting opposite of him this whole time. his attention then goes back to the words thrown towards him, and his only reaction at first is just a soft hum. the boy had been so anti-social recently that the right response just didn't come to mind.. "i mean.. if it was okay i wouldn't be here in this brace. but it's... i suppose it's slightly better than it was right after this happened." he nods once, trailing off softly as he touches the top of his knee gently.

(this is so bad i m sorry)

@❛ jimin p。 Where the hell was he? Seora impatiently paced back and forth through the sterile hallway, boots clunking against the tile below. She only had a 30 (occasionally 45) minute break to get this done and then hurry back to work in time to poke at another body. Pearly white teeth dug into her pierced lower lip, a nervous habit she'd had since childhood that she never quite remedied. She checked her phone every time she thought it seemed to vibrate, only to find it was due to the trembling of her hands. She'd done this time and time again and each time got a little easier, but only a little.

It was simple really. A few drugs here, a little profit there, a few foraged documents that no one ever found out about. It paid the bills and it kept some people out of trouble. Where was the harm, really? Decent rats were getting expensive these days with the popularity of snakes as pets rising and Seora wanted to make sure her precious baby got fed well. Not to mention the fact she was paying for a two-bedroom apartment in the hopes of eventually having a roommate so there was that to worry about too.

Now if he'd hurry up and show up with her goods, she'd be a little less touchy. If nothing else, she'd blame it on her lack of food for the day.