"Stop it!" Minho was seconds away from punching me in the face. After what happened I have to talk to someone but all my friend does is telling me to drop it.
"Would you listen to me first I told you he is literally held inside that room like an animal. Something is not right" he rolls his eyes at me probably for the 18th time tonight.
"You also said he's a psychopath. Psy. Cho. Path. We literally read about them last night, don't you remember what we found?? They are manipulative. He is manipulating you" he states those words like you are some dumb duck.
"We also read that they are quiet and smart which doesn't make them a screaming mess"
"Yes and we also read that if they cross the line they lose contact with the realm." I know he has a point but my stubborn ass will never let it go like this.
"What about the medicine he has been getting?? Huh?? Who get's 3 capsules?? For what?? There is no cure for psychopaths. It doesn't make sense"
"How am I supposed to know what is the logic behind his medicine is, I'm not a god damn doctor"
"Me neither but I'm going to find out" he closes his eyes doing his best to keep his anger back "How many times did I say this. Don't get involved Jieun. Do you want to lose your job?? My part-time job won't be enough for us to survive you know that. And if you lose your job you'll have no choice but to move back home" The thought of that is extremely tiring.
Not wishing to get into a fight I swallow my pride and drop the subject. As expected the night ends with us eating a tone of snacks and watching Netflix even thought my brain still can't seem to completely drop the thought of the earlier topic.
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Since it's my first week they let me have a free Sunday and I plan to use it smartly. Minho takes me around the city teaching me where I should not get lost. He shows me a couple of street food stalls where the food is really cheep and delicious. He even buys me some clothes which happen rarely because he is not always in the mood to show how much he actually loves me so I use this good opportunity to rob his wallet. After he regrets his kindness we go for some grocery shopping.
Even thought we both have no idea how to really cook he searched the internet and found a simple dinner recipe so we thought it's worth trying. I focus on buying all the ingredients that are written on the website and this time I decide to pay for the food not wanting him to go broke.
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"Let's not burn the kitchen" he says as we enter the apartment earning a small chuckle from me. "No like seriously my mom will hang me if I make her pay for repairs again."
"Ok, I'll do my best" he starts playing his usual play list while I am already washing the vegetables.
"Do we have to slice this and put it inside the pasta??" he pulls his slaves up and looks over my shoulder. "I think so, it has to be really tiny. I'll put the pasta in water"
How can using a knife be so hard?? It took us 20 minutes to slice some simple vegetables such as carrot, parsley and some other for the sauce. In the meantime I almost lost my finger.. twice.
Hopefully Minho knows a thing or two about how to boil food in water so the pasta is perfectly cooked. We try our best to fallow the instructions for the sauce but on the end it tastes like eating a dry sponge that was diving into metal. Most of the time we would take the challenge and try again but there is no interest being shown from me or Minho to do that tonight so we end up pouring a sauce that we bought earlier on the pasta. Having a plan B is never a bad idea.
"Mmm... It doesn't taste that bad" Minho says while chewing his first bite of the final meal. I take a bite myself and to my surprise it actually tasted like food. "We should do this more often. It doesn't taste bad indeed." He shakes his head a few times before looking up at me. "Why cook when we can order" we both laugh for a minute before giving each other a high five for our hard work.
After cleaning up we grab some late night snacks and shoot ourselves on the couch. A movie for good night can't hurt. After a lame horror movie I get up and pack my bag for the up coming day.
Laying in bed without being able to fall asleep was never my favorite thing to do. But the thing I have on my mind won't let me close my eyes.
Minho clearly told me NOT to get involved.
The main nurse told me NOT to get involved.
And I truly have NO REASON to get involved but I know I am going to get involved eventually. The curiosity will kill me eventually.
With the thought of that I slowly start to close my eyes not even realizing I am actually falling asleep.
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It is the same all over again. The smiles start to greet me as soon as I arrive they are as bright as always. The silence on the end of the hallway is suffocating as always. Even the air became more heavy every time I get closer to his room.
Trying to ignore it I keep jumping up and down the hospital floors helping patients and cleaning after their mess. Maybe it is just me but it seems like there is a lot more work to be done today than usually.
A lot of patients are non stop moving around like a group of ghosts is chasing them.
It isn't annoying just extremely tiring. The amount of mess they make today is bigger then ever.
As I am cleaning the floor after one of them spilled juice all over the small space in the hallway, the main nurse marches through out one of the rooms.
"Oh god" she gasps for some air before turning to me. A small smile forms on her lips "Oh what happened here?? Was it Ms. Choi again?? Ahh all of them are just so energetic today" she laughs it off as I just give her an awkward smile.
At that moment a loud noise can be heard from the first floor attracting both of our attention. The main nurse closes her eyes taking a deep breath.
"I will take care of that. Please take this to the storage and place it in the right drawer." she gives me a file and rushes toward the stairs.
I look at the yellow file that is full of white papers inside. On the cover of the file was a name "Park Soonjin" I read it out loud to myself and head toward the storage room.
Inside there are at least 20 drawers and on each of them carefully listed the records of every patient in the hospital.
The same thought I had last night crosses my mind. It has been bugging me from the moment I woke up this morning. I even walked passed his room this morning just to read the name that is stuck on the wall next to the door.
On the day when I am supposed to give him his medicine I was to interested in his condition and not his name.
"Han Jisung" I place the file I am holding on the closest table and turn to the first row of drawers.
"Han, Han, Han" My eyes flow through the surnames. As soon as I see it my fingers wrap around the tiny handle and opened it. I look at the given names and only one is matching with the one I'm looking for.
I pull the file out and slowly open it. The first thing that catches my eye are three pictures that are on top one a nother. In order to look at all three I pull them out and what I see in front of me almost makes me tear up which is a rare thing for me.
On the first picture there is a little boy. His smile is the highlight of the picture with his cheeks glowing in the bright sunlight. In one hand he is holding an ice cream and his other one is making a 'V' pose. His red jacket is worming him up while his legs are wrapped in the thin hospital fabric. The wind is blowing his hair back and his eyes look so bright. No worries inside of them, no problems, no chaos.
On the next one he is still trying to smile. This time he is sitting on the bed in his hospital room, dressed in a black hoodie and the same just a little bigger hospital pants. Both of his palms are wrapped around a phone on which he most likely played a game since both of his thumbs are gently touching the side of the screen. The small smile he has placed on his lips can almost fool me but his eyes are speaking the truth. His eyes that look like they want to cry while his lips want to smile. His hair is almost covering the tiredness inside of them. The bags under them are now perfectly visible and even his cheeks are weaker. He looks so much thinner than he was probably supposed to be.
And finally the third picture. Where there is nothing to see. On the picture I can see only his face like on an ID card. He doesn't even try to look good here. The corners of his mouth are curled downwards and his eyes are vacantly looking at the camera. There is no will to smile, no will to open his eyes fully, no will to even sit straight.
How could a person enter a hospital with the brightest smile and end up being treated as an animal. Taking a look at all three pictures reminds of her.
She used to smile at me like that but as time passed her eyes became more and more empty. Every day she gave me her best smile hiding the lack of emotions she had.
It isn't his fault. It can't be.
My eyes travel through the information on the sheet.
I go through his basic information and notice he is younger than me and Minho by two years. But what catches my attention are the medicines that he is supposed to be taking. All the written names of the medicines are pills, but he is taking his in capsules. It is impossible for a hospital to make such a stupid mistake as mistaking the names of the medicines their patients take.
There is one last thing I am interested in and that is the reason for his hospitalization. Not all records have it written inside but for most mental disorder cases there is given a reason of why the patients is in the hospital and warnings what they might do while they stay here.
"Planned attack on his guardian" Did he plan an attack on his parents?? There is nothing else write in this record just one sentence.
Most of the patients reports would be detailed not even one dot missing, but his is almost empty.
I take a quick picture of his record and placed it back where it is supposed to be. There are no cameras in here so I'm safe from people reporting me, this is not something that I'm really allowed to do. I can get sued by the so called guardian if they find out I'm digging into Han Jisung's case.
My next stop is the room next to this one. All the medicines we use in the hospital should be listed and stored there including his. I am extremely lucky that there aren't many security cameras around the hospital even thought there probably is one there. After all it's the most important part of the hospital.
I entered and pretended to look for a specific medicine, listing through a few records and finally I slowly made my way toward the end of the drawers where the name Han Jisung is hanged. Inside there are the familiar capsules.
It looks like this is a blind spot for the camera because I can't see it anymore. Now this is big luck I have here. I take one of every three capsules and place them in a small plastic box.
Before going back into the rage of the camera I slide the box into my pocket and walk toward the records I used for a cover. With a small act of frustration I placed them back and exit the room.
"Minho please don't kill me"
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I love the fact this girl is doing everything she's not supposed to be doing!!