--lounge

@[N+] Mark Minho's head snapped to the door as he heard it being open. Once he saw how much the other male was carrying he sighed and stood walking to him, grabbing some of the ideas from him. "This is fine." He stated as he walked back to the couch placing the different foods onto coffee table. Since he wasn't much of a talker conversation was hard to make between the two. "Thank you." He said as he glanced toward the other male then looked to the food picking up the chopsticks that was placed out for him. He hadn't eaten much in the last week since his was either busy with teaching or he was feeling to sick from medication to really eat anything but to his luck he actually had an appetite. Using his good hand he reached over to grab some of the food before opening it and placing a piece in his mouth.

@[T] Minho Mark hoped the other would feel a bit more stable once he had some food. The medication could be more potent depending how much the patient ate before ingesting it. Mark guessed that they wouldn't finish all of the food since he had gotten quite a lot. But taking it home for dinner was always an option. He made his way back to the lounge stopping to scold some students he saw incorrectly using a first aid kit. He hurried back and smiled at Minho in apology for taking so long. "I didn't remember what you wanted so I just got it all." Mark said not wanting to make the other feel bad for not actually mentioning it to him before he left. "Hope you're hungry." He commented setting out a spoon and chopsticks for the other.

@[N+] Mark Minho watched as the other male exited he room and let out a annoyed sigh once he was gone. He leaned back into the couch as he gazed up to the ceiling. He hated this more then he thought he would, having someone bring food for him because he was took weak just cause of a little pill. He tapped his finger against his knee a habit he had since he was little whenever he had to wait. Looking down to his wrist and away from the ceiling he took it into his hand taking to be careful. He was feeling stupid since he knew now that maybe if he had gotten it checked on sooner then maybe he would heal faster. He pushed the thought aside, what's done was done and he couldn't change it now so for he'd just wait.

@[T] Minho Mark let out a sigh of relief when the other male didn't combat him anymore about settling in the lounge. It would have been a long and nervous walk for Mark. If he had to worry about catching the other before he fell with each step. Mark was going to see if he could get the other's dosage of pain medication lowered. Since the other man seemed to eager to not become stagnant. It would help if he had more physical strength. Mark realized with the commotion that the other hadn't actually told him what he wanted. Mark decided to just get a bit of everything and hoped he liked at least some of it. After all the food was courtesy so it wouldn't be that much of a hassle, except to carry it all.

@[N+] Mark Minho closed his eyes before letting out a shaky breathe and pushing himself off the wall. He really didn't wanna admit something was wrong but now he knew he couldn't really hide it anymore. Minho was one who never really ever needed help and never asked for it. But he knew that the other male was just doing what he thought best for him as his patient. Doing what he thought not only best for himself but would be easier on the other he waited a minute before turning around and walking back to the couch and taking a seat once again. "Alright." He said simply.

@[T] Minho "Okay then, let's go." Mark said. Trying not to get bothered by the tone of the statement. Guessing it was hard for the other to be slightly incapable when he was used to relying on his own skill. He wished that the man would have just let him bring the food. But figured it would be nice to have company on the walk over to the kitchen. "So what do you usually eat for lunch?" Mark asked looking over at the other only to see him leaning against the wall with his injured hand. He guessed it was dizziness from the medication. Mark quickly turned him so he was leaning against back on the wall and his hand rested at his side. "Maybe you should just wait here. I know you're fine. But it will be faster if I just bring the food." Mark hoped the other male would agree.

@[T] Youngjae Yoochun sighed a little as he just finished his class and finally had some free time from the annoys students that asked too many questions and never tried to learn what he really said. it was good that he really loves to work with guns or he would give up after not even 1 day. Yoochun always liked to be quite and not talking too much but after he became a teacher he had to talk a not while explaining his students about guns. In the end he started to teach after his family wasn't alright with what he liked, meaning being always arund guns and fights. As he walked he looked around making sure that there weren't some students, not that they'll listen and stay in class too much but at least if they were students that he knew he could take care of it. Usually at how cold he was he could make some students listen him but not learn what they have too so he felt sometimes like he was talking with some walls and not some kids that should actually learn something from him.
When he finally arrived in the lounge where he wanted to go and rest for a while he groaned as he saw that someone was there already and wasn't even someone that would make him happy to see. The other one was king of his enemy. He couldn't even remember why they were like that and from where it started but he knew that even from when they were little they were fighting and never really talk with each other in a nice or calm way. Even like that after years they started to know each other, didn't stop fighting but when one of them had some problems the other one would do anything he can to help. Their relationship was pretty weird as they didn't like each other but still they helped each other when they had to. Yoochun shook his head and walked to another chair, trying to stay away from the other one and hopping that he won't be seen there. Leaning on his chair he sighed a little, relaxing from the busy day that he had. He started to think about what else he'll have that day, it being some more classes then free and he could just rest or do something that he like, usually that ending up with him doing something with guns. Maybe he could train a little or shoot again or anything else because guns were his favorite things and he could never get tired of being around them or exercise how to shoot. Plus doing that he could think about some new things that he could use in his classes and if they were interesting enough he could make his students actually learn something.

@[T] Yoochun Even though Youngjae should be teaching students there were also times he needed to not see their face. He hadn't live that long with his parents, seeing the same people everyday was something the young teacher had never been able to handle, and he certainly wouldn't start today, neither with stupid students or his roommate. His other passion being to creature always more and always better mixtures, he didn't mind staying alone in the back room of the drug department and spend the rest of his life doing so. But he had seen too many people becoming addict by the simple fact of creating drugs non stop, without consuming their creation, there were always gas or smoke passing through the protection they had to wear. This was the only reason why Youngjae could be seen out of his classroom and bedroom from time to time. Yet he made sure to not make any eye contact with anyone. Being in a school, even if he was a teacher now, reminded him too much of the time he had been a student himself back then. The drug department teacher sure did looked young and could be mistaken as a student, in the end it didn't bothered Youngjae more than this. He was used to it now, when being younger he had also looked too young to be in his actual class, thus making people laugh at him. The only time it actually bugged him was when a teacher, in all his glory and enjoyment of his superiority power, had forced to group up with another kid, younger than he was, yet at the opposite of him, this kid still looked older than Youngjae. How could a kid do this to Youngjae? Because the other had been bad at science and that Youngjae was the best sunbae this boy could have, did Youngjae really had to do such a bothering thing when the other clearly didn't looked interested in science, carrying stupid guns around all the time. Somehow, if Youngjae had been carrying drugs back then, the kid never said a word about this, and so Youngjae did the same about the boy... now that he thought about this he wondered why. He could have been freed by the only student bugging him, yet he hadn't. But before Youngjae could catch a headache thinking too deep over this matter, he let himself fall in one of the big old chair, rubbing his temple as he layed his foot on the tea table in front him. It was really a good idea than to go out from time to time, he was already becoming crazy.

@[N+] Mark Minho shook his head at the gesturing of the other male getting his food for him. "No, thanks but I am fine to get my food." He said trying not to sound rude. He wasn't going to lie to himself he felt pretty dizzy and his wrist for some reason was beginning to bother him but Minho being himself tired pushing it aside. He held in a sigh as he made his way to the door but stopped as he leaned against the wall slightly as a wave of dizziness bounced around his head. "." He cursed under his breath trying to shake it off. Being a fighter meant being able to handle a lot it pissed him off that he was so week just to a little medicine. He didn't notice he was using his injured wrist to prob himself up as getting rid of the dizziness was of his most concern.

@[T] Minho “We could just order from the kitchen and eat here.” Mark suggested not wanting the other to have to walk too much or expend too much energy. He could guess even if the other was pretending to be nonchalant the pain and medication was affecting him. “Actually you can just tell me what you’d like and I can pick it up for you and bring it back.” Mark was trying not to make the other feel incompetent or like Mark was babying him but it was his nature to care for a patient. “Of course you can join me if you want.” Mark added on laughing sheepishly.

@[N+] Mark Minho watched closely as his wrist was re-wrapped while glancing once or twice at the other male. Once he was finished he pulled his hand away and rolled it around slightly seeing if he could still use it. As he heard the other ask him if he wanted lunch he looked at him. "Sure." He said with a short answer before standing up and sliding his hands into his pocket ignoring the soreness coming from his wrist. He didn't really wanna have lunch but he also couldn't work so he agreed anyways.

@[T] Minho "Sounds like incompetence of who ever wrapped your bandage. Nothing serious. I'll just wrap it again." Mark smiled and took the other's wrist in his hold. He concentrated as he wrapped the bandages more comfortably. Giving the other a smile once he finished. "Would you like to get lunch?" Mark asked, knowing that it could be boring with his injuries. And Mark wanted to keep an eye on him to make sure he wasn't aggravating it further. "I'll treat you."

@[N+] Mark Minho listened to the other male speak before he nodded with a sigh. "Alright, it is mostly sore and when I bend it to far it sends some pain up my arm." He said as he looked to his wrist moving it slightly. He was trying to be nice since he knew the nurse was only trying to help him but he really didn't wanna be there. "No, the medication only makes me kind of dizzy but it's nothing big." He replied as he looked to the other male. "How long will this take to heal?" He asked trying not to sound impatient.

@[T] Minho "Not really, even if the sensation comes and goes. It is important that you tell me. Those things are symptoms of nerve damage. I know how much you need your wrist for your line of work and it can take longer to heal." Mark didn't want to annoy the other male, he had noticed that quite a few fighters had short tempers and Mark didn't want to be subjected to any rage. He guessed the other male was frustrated enough not being able to adequately teach his class. "Have you developed any dependency on your medication? Taking it more frequently than prescribed or feeling a head rush or warmth when you take the medication?"

@[N+] Mark Minho stood in the lounge room, leaning against the wall as he waited for someone to be sent to care for him even though he thought he didn't need it. He had probably just twisted it the wrong way he didn't find it necessary for someone to take care of him. He didn't really expect to talk to much and he was glad for that since he just wanted to get treated and then head back to work. He heard someone enter and greet him then saw him gesture for Minho to sit, so he did. He shook his head in respond to the question and gave a slight answer, "Not really."

@[T] Minho Mark had been charged with the care and recovery of one of the teachers from a wrist injury. He knew that the injury was minor and that the teacher would probably be boring or obsessed with whatever violent subject he taught and definitely not get along with the nursing apprentice. But that didn't stop Mark from putting on a bright smile when the other entered the lounge. He greeted him politely and gestured to the plush sofa while Mark sat back down on the lounge chair. "Are you experiencing any sharp pain or lack of feeling in your wrist?" Mark asked.