St. Mungo's Clinic

Ward Patients

 * Ivy Carrow - Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis (CIPA)
 * Anna Lennox - Adenosine deaminase deficiency with Severe Combined Immunodeficiency (ADD-SCID)

Archives

 * /Archive 1/
 * /Archive 2/
 * /Archive 3/

can we get a rip in the chat
PS By the time they arrived, Siwoo was just barely holding onto consciousness. Despite Seoul's plead warning, he had continued talking anyway and stumbled through a monologue about his guilt that at some point during the journey had turned into complete gibberish. His breathing was shallow and he was trying to keep his eyes open as long as possible despite how much it seemed to pain him. Someone at the front desk noticed them immediately, luckily, and was quick to call in a healer and a stretcher to get Siwoo moved to a room. Siwoo, meanwhile was narrowing his eyes while shapeless figures hovered above him and moved around. He vaguely wondered what was happening and frowned. (08:11, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS Once they had Siwoo stabilized, one of healers left to contact the front desk and tell them to search for any numbers relating to Siwoo's family in their system, and to contact them. On the way, they found Seoul in the hallway and considered calling a trauma therapist down to deal with the situation. Whatever happened had been very bad. The healer bent down and tapped Seoul's head, let him know he could visit Siwoo now and left, heading for the front desk as planned. (08:29, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo was okay, for the most part. The injury had been mild had been mild as a healer explained to an intern, writing things down on a check board. "No brain damage," the healer said, their pencil scrawling across the paper. "The only issue he's lost a lot of blond. The cut wasn't deep but it was large enough to become issue over a short period of time. We've stabilized him now so he should be fine, and we'll be ready to take his bandages off by tomorrow at the earliest. He's under painkilling charm and a healing spell that will work through his tissues and accelerate the healing process." The intern nodded and the healer gave the intern the report. "Someone is out contacting his family so they should be here soon." The healer ignored Seoul as he passed by him to get to the door, though the intern spared the other a short glance before following the healer, leaving Siwoo and Seoul alone in the room. Siwoo seemed to be resting, his face peaceful. (08:41, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo didn't open his eyes till the end but Seoul's voice brought him out of his slumber halfway through. He squinted at the bright fluorescent lights and looked around, finally more mentally stable than earlier. He noticed quickly he was no longer by Kookie Cat, but in St. Mungo's Clinic. He barely even remembered how he got there. He was having a date with Daejeon and then Seoul barged in and... Seoul. Seoul. He quickly sat up, a bit too quickly. His head was pounding because of it, he grimaced and took a deep breath through his nose, clenching his teeth. It didn't really hurt, it just weirdly ached. And there was that cold numbness at the back of his head that didn't feel natural. He glanced up and locked eyes with Seoul who looked like he had been crying. Crying. Siwoo registered it quicker than he had registered anything else and immediately everything came back to him, even some of the words Seoul had said before Siwoo had gotten up. "..." He couldn't bring himself to say anything worthwhile, so he utilzed one of his best talents. Making things awkward. "I could really go for a milkshake right now," he said sluggishly. "It's so stuffy in here." (09:08, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS Through of blur of everything that was happening and everything he was thinking about and everything he needed to say, everything he wanted to say, he mustered two words to convey something. Anything. Desperation. Guilt. Sadness. Anger. Confusion. "Stay. Please," he pleaded, just as Seoul got to the door. "Please... stay. Here." He didn't know what else to say that wouldn't get him into a year-long rant about his emotions, so he just said that. (09:24, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo heard Jae's voice before he saw him. And boy did his younger brother looked pissed. He looked like he was ready to tackle Seoul and choke him out all in one go and honestly, it was stressing Siwoo even more than before. "Jae, Jae, it's okay," he said, albeit slowly. He was drowsy from the spell and relatively everything to be honest. He noticed the other Kang and furrowed his eyebrows. Daejeon? he thought briefly. No, it can't be. Daejeon would probably have his phone as well as other things. It must be Daegu. (09:48, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS All Siwoo could do was watch. He was devastated but there were too many new things happening and Seoul was running too quick. He glanced up at Jaeyeol, slightly thankful to see him and slightly annoyed he drove Seoul away but that was something for later. "What can I say?" he said. "I'm a wild card," he remarked. He glanced at Daegu, another reminder of everything. "About Seoul—" He sat up properly, wincing a little but ignoring the ache he got from it and took a deep breath. "—it's not his fault so leave him alone, okay?" (10:11, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS "What? No, Seoul's not like that," Siwoo interjected. "He's a little aggressive sometimes but he wouldn't do that." He sighed, closing his eyes. "More than anything, this is my fault. This whole thing is... my fault. The only reason I'm here is because of me and my great superpower of fucking things up." He clenched his fists. Siwoo wasn't typically a fighter but he wanted to get out of bed and hit something, throw some shit, kick a dummy. Something, anything. Anything else than sitting in bed and feeling helpless. As well as a piece of shit. Or more of a piece of shit than usual. Than Daejeon came in. Siwoo opened his eyes at his voice and suddenly felt worse. "Nothing, nothing happened," he reassured. "Don't worry Daejeon. It's nothing, really. I'm okay." (18:55, January 3, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo nodded, watching Jae walk out only to be with another blur that turned out to be Chaehun. All these fast moving figures were giving him headaches. "Yes, yes, for the fiftieth time, I'm fine," he said. "And no, I'm not dead. I don't know the specifics of the injury but I'm very much alive." He coughed a little and sighed. "Not loving it too much though," he murmured to himself. "I'm ruining everyone's afternoon, aren't I?" (06:12, January 4, 2019 (UTC))

PS Siwoo's stared at the gifts, and the small smile he had slowly obtained as his siblings arrived dropped. His heart felt heavy. That's why he asked about flowers yesterday. He was planning to give Siwoo yellow roses. Seoul. He had to say thank you or talk to him or do something but he was restrained to this stupid bed. "Hey... Can either of you do me a favor?" he asked. He glanced around for a pen and paper, he had an idea. "First, can you get me a paper and a pencil?" (18:51, January 4, 2019 (UTC))