not again!
with @dodoum
it really hasn’t been that long since he’s last visited the er, yet he finds himself again in one of those creaky, snow-white hospital beds. the bleeding’s stopped after maybe about five stitches (hell if he was counting,) his lower forearm now wrapped in cotton gauze and freshly healing. it’s not a big fucking deal, hyung. no, i said, it’s really not a big fucking deal–, noeul’s words are promptly ignored, shipped, and sent into the air. his ass? right to the hospital. he’s now sending his eyeballs to the back of his eye sockets, sick and tired of hearing little kids cry into his goddamn ears and the whole floor smelling like carbolic acid. superb. knarly.
“what you lookin’ at, kid.” he lets his voice drop down below ground level when she approaches, his face mirroring her expression (just as (not) enthralled and excited.) “yeah, don’t ask, i’m too tired for story time.”
