[BTS] Jinnam
Stayed in the hospital for three days [
SF/Yaoi]
“Brother Namjoon.”
My heart is shaking...
“When I was an editor, I used to take on more responsibility.”
Tears are filling my eyes.
“Right now you're like someone I never knew.”
So angry, hurt, upset, and hating myself right now.
"If you're not satisfied, you can move to the next room instead."
And 45 Sertarine tablets just pop into your mouth in one go.
Kim Namjoon, a 20-year-old young man with no future because he graduated from high school. Then the house fell apart and he had to struggle to live with his roommate, who was a junior in high school even though they had known each other for a long time. But living together in a narrow square room It's really not easy.
It started with being unemployed for a long time and savings starting to run out, but Namjoon still chose to live a slow life using the excuse that he had worked really hard in the past and wanted to rest a little more. When I go out to do a small job that can be completed in one day. He kept falling asleep because of the effects of the antidepressants until his roommate, Park Jimin, returned to his room and was annoyed by the mess he saw.
Namjoon knew he was wrong and had no right to be angry at Jimin for his reasonable warning.
But it's... very angry.
But I shouldn't be angry at Jimin, right?
...I'm so angry at myself.
"...Mr. Kim."
Her brows furrowed tightly when something disturbed her sleep. As soon as she regained consciousness, she felt a burning sensation in her stomach and almost vomited. What about the hands and feet that shake so much that they can hardly be controlled?
"Khun Kim...wake up and check your blood pressure first."
His small eyes were forced upwards and squinted slightly because of the light from above. As the picture became clear, he saw a man wearing a gown and a woman in a nurse's uniform.
Jimin brought me to the hospital...
The tall figure sat up and held out his arm for the nurse to put on a blood pressure cuff and let his hands relax. The force of squeezing makes one feel a thumping pulse. When blood flows And it will be like this every two hours throughout your hospital stay.
“What is the patient's name?”
“Kim.. Namjoon.”
As you can see from his short gown and youthful face... he probably just became a doctor recently?
The nurse put away the blood pressure monitor and thermometer, leaving only the handsome doctor. You can say that he's damn handsome. Tall, white, sharp eyes, high nose, full mouth, small face, broad shoulders, good figure, soft voice. and extremely good personality
Completely opposite from this depressed sucker.
“What is the matter that requires admission?” The doctor moved to stand at the foot of the bed and looked down with gentle eyes, revealing a slight smile that made Namjoon feel more at ease.
“Overdoser Tarine...45 Med,” a hoarse voice replied tiredly as he looked down at his trembling hands. On the blanket was the name of the hospital where he was being treated, which was the same name where he was being treated for depression.
“Huh...why is there Sertarine in my hand?” Strange. Namjoon felt like the doctor was asking something he already knew.
"...It's depression."
“Um...this is it. Where do you get treatment?”
“Treat it here.”
“Oh...okay.” When the doctor finished writing everything down, he stood and waved his pen while having more conversation. “Can you tell me what happened to make the decision to overdose?”
The reason is so stupid.
"If you can't, don't tell me. Take as much as you can handle."
"...was warned by my mate about not cleaning the room."
Just starting with the first sentence, the first tears came.
“I realized that I was really wrong. But I was angry... angry that my mate said that when I was an editor I'm better than this...and..."
Namjoon began to sob at the thought of those piercing words that made his heart break. Yes, he was angry, very angry, and angry that he knew he shouldn't have been angry. So it went even bigger.
"vigorous..."
That's it...before he finished speaking he cried until he couldn't speak anymore.
“The doctor understands. The doctor also takes antidepressants. It's really bad, isn't it?”
Namjoon nods dejectedly in response, even though he's still pursing his lips and crying.
“But this kind of overdose is torture, right?---Oh shit.”
Because the doctor kept swinging the pen while talking, the pen slipped out of his hand, hit the foot of the bed, and fell to the floor in front of the patient with a very… vulgar curse.
Namjoon immediately stopped crying.
“The image of my doctor is gone...”
The patient wiped away tears and laughed softly. By accidentally slipping like this, I definitely haven't been a doctor for a long time.
“Is this an internship or a scholarship?”
“Intern, I'm in my 6th year already.” The intern scratched his cheek, embarrassed because the image of a doctor had gone too far.
"Then let me have the doctor do a physical examination." I don't know if it's a matter of changing the subject or if I really need to check. But Namjoon won't insist on checking anywhere, just check everything.
“Look straight ahead, let me see your pupils.”
And then he used the flashlight from his own iPhone to shine a light on his eyes. Huh? Brighter than my future
“The pupils are still dilated, so please disturb the patient and lie down. Then have a fight with me."
The intern just kept his arm in place, trying to pry while Namjoon used his full strength to keep his arm in place, which was definitely tiring when his body wasn't ready yet.
"Now try pushing my arm."
It can be pushed. But gather all your strength to push.
"Then squeeze my hand. Don't be afraid of pain. Squeeze hard."
I'm stunned...the doctor's hands are so soft.
Namjoon squeezed the doctor's hand as hard as possible with trembling hands, but the side effects of the sertarine were too strong and he couldn't exert full force, not unlike a cat squeezing his hand. How much does it cost?
The Year 6 Doctor nodded as he thought about something in his head.
"I still don't have much strength, my hands are still shaking...drink a lot of water and"
Namjoon sat up and looked up at the other person who was making serious eye contact.
“Don't do this again.”
...Tears flowing again
"You are worthy. Don't let your anger come back to hurt you."
“...Uh.”
The sleeve of the patient's uniform was pulled to wipe away tears and he sniffled heavily.
“Then tomorrow the doctor will come and check on your symptoms again. Drink lots of water and take it easy. If you feel bad or need someone to talk to, please inform the nurse."
“Thank you, doctor.”
When the intern walked out and Namjoon picked up his phone from under his pillow, there was a notification from his roommate's checkbox...even though he was too brave to click and read it. But I still want to know what was sent.
-The matter has been made to be sent to an inpatient and the insurance rights have been submitted-
-excuse me-
-I don't want to be the cause of anyone's death-
-Don't do this again later-
Tears fell down again and my trembling hands tried to type out a reply that expressed my feelings as clearly as possible.
-excuse me-
-I will do laundry next-
-I'll mop the room, I'll wash the dishes-
-I won't hold back on my work-
-Will also find serious work-
-And then-
-If I can't take it, I'll say I can't-
-I won't force myself again-
Jimin read the message...
-Just the last two points are enough-
-Let's help each other do the rest-
This just makes me extremely relieved...
-After leaving the hospital, I will raise salmon-
Namjoon smiled widely, wiped away tears and typed out the message he wanted to say the most.
-Thank you, Jimin-
END.
There's nothing at all. It started when Enie was admitted because her depression worsened until she lost consciousness and drank 45 Sertarine tablets. Her mate had difficulty carrying her body to the hospital and offered her the right to pay 30 baht. Do everything for When I woke up and was conscious, I realized what a stupid thing I had done.
There isn't much to this fic. Just at the time of admission, Dr. and exclaimed in my face
So I brought it to write.