Jacob Kim

“I’m so sorry.” She said, the sympathy heavy in her voice as she look at him with sad eyes. “I wish there was more that could have been done.” Tilly found it hard to find the right words to say, in either of the languages she knew. The girl was never the best at consoling others. 

Jacob dropped his head between his hands for just a second uttering, "Me too," before pulling his head back up, taking a breathe and straightening his shoulders. "Sometimes it makes me wish I'm never learned about magic, like... what's even the point if I lose just as many people as I would as a muggle doctor."

Tilly looked over at him, her brows furrowing in concern. “It was but…” She said awkwardly, placing a hand on his arm. “Are you alright?” 

Jacob sent his eyes in the other direction, hoping she wouldn't see the tears building in his eyes. "I just... I really thought that I could save him. It's all I've been researching and working on for weeks but... we lost him."

“Hm?” Dylan hummed, distractedly, before looking up. “Oh. It was something on blood curses that I was looking into. I found it. And also decided that was probably a little too morbid for me to get into the week before I get married.” He tucked the book in question under his arm, raising a brow at the pile in Jacob’s basket. “Damn. Where do you even get time for that?”

“Yeah, maybe save it for the honeymoon.” Jacob joked, he leaned against the side of the shelf. “Most of it is related to work. Plus, I don’t have a life so that helps. The price stings a little though, books are getting more and more expensive. I should just download them, but I like to make sure the author gets their paycheck too.”

“Well then, I gotta stop eating them then. Don’t want you to stay away,” she said as she jokingly out the apple she was holding back in the basket. “Oh, you’re saying it like it’s so easy. He’d definitely divorce me over that. He was already pouting because I took one of the pumpkins from his special pile and made dinner with it,” she rolled her eyes fondly.

“Did you know some muggle scientists actually did a study based on that saying. They found no correlation between apple consumption and visit to a doctor.” Jacob laughed as he reached up to pick another apple. “Well, I guess pumpkins are serious business then.” He placed another apple on his basket. “Have your kids already picked out their Halloween costumes for this year?”

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Jacob looked at the back of the book he was currently holding before adding it to the growing pile in his basket. "I swear I'm going to end up spending my entire paycheck on books and coffee again. So, what book are you looking for?"

🍎 - to go apple picking

“You have no idea how happy I am that these are not pumpkins,” Marcie spoke as she took a bite of the apple she just picked from the tree. “I swear, every damn year we’re going on a full pumpkin diet around September until Christmas because Reese’s Halloween obsessed ass doesn’t know when to stop buying pumpkins.” @healerj​

Jacob laughed, "I recall this conversation from last year. Which is why I suggested apples, that and I like apples." He reached up to pick another apple. "Plus an apple a day keeps the healer away, right?" He joked. "But if you want to donate some pumpkins, I can always pass them on to the cafeteria at the hospital. They'll figure out some way to use it."

She nodded, walking alongside him. “Yes! I don’t think I’ve been to anything like this- here or in France, for a very long time.” Tilly chuckled. “It’s really fun, even just watching all of the people play the games.” 

"Right? I'm not very competitive so it's just fun to watch everyone have a good time." Jacob smiled, looking around. "It's nice to see everyone be distracted after everything." His smile slipping for a second as he remembered the patients waiting for him. "Although I feel bad for the people who can't be here."

“Could we get something to eat?” She smiled, “I wanted to check out the stall by the basketball game.” Tilly said, pointing in the direction. 

Jacob looked over. "Oh, does it look good? I haven't been over that way yet." He headed in that direction. "It feels like it has been forever since we had a carnival or anything. They really went all out."

“I feel like you don’t need to study because your brain’s doing enough,” he smirked. Dylan shrugged. “Yeah. I think I was burned out. I don’t mind not doing the doctor thing right now while I’m in class. It’s a better change of pace for the moment.”

"True, plus the professors and other students would hate me again. I have an ability to accidentally derail lectures." Jacob nodded, "It might give you the chance to regroup and come back after study afresh, you might become a better doctor out of it, after all burn out can lead to mistakes."

“Just a double shot? That’s weak, Jacob.” Dylan smirked. He shrugged as the other continued, “It’s not exactly like we chose this field because it’s the best job in the world, right? But I swear, ever since I started school, I’m trying to figure out why I wanted to be a doctor in the first place.”

"I'm trying to live longer considering I already drink like 8 coffees a day." Jacob said, wryly. He nodded. "I know the why, but the burn out is real and it really makes me question if my why is worth it. I miss the study side of being in training though. But then if I was studying, it would probably be a different story."

“I don’t know - does yours get tired?” he smirked. Dylan nodded, falling temporarily quiet at the mention of Scamander. He eventually gave the other a teasing look. “Well. I’m glad I didn’t want my job back. You’re making it sound oh-so glamorous and fulfilling.” 

“Yes, and then I drink a coffee with a double shot to wake it up.” Jacob replied, with a chuckle. He pulled a face. “Yeah, well. It’s not the best job in the world but it’s challenging and keeps me intellectually engaged. I could also enjoy a better work-life balance if I had better boundaries but meh.”

“Dude.” He snorted and closed his laptop. “I’d say I want to spend a day in your head just to see what goes on, but I feel like I’d combust into flames.” Dylan smirked and leaned back in his seat. “How are things over there anyway?”

"I mean I've always thought it must be peaceful to not think so much but doesn't your brain get bored?" At his question Jacob sighed, "It's been rough, especially with Scamander, we've been researching and trying spells to wake him up but so far nothing is working. And then there's all the other people who got hurt who still need checkups and more people getting injured. I'm starting to think I'll be working never ending shifts forever."