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[caeluhan]

Someone Call the Doctor | Jiyong & Luhan

caeyong

The anxious sagittarius ran through the halls of the school in a frantic search - not for something, but for someone. His left hand tightly gripped the other as he made his fourth lap around the fourth floor. 

For some odd reason, the school nurse was nowhere to be found - even in the infirmary. Everytime he passed by, not a single soul dwelled in the immediate area. At first Luhan thought he’d be in the next room over, but after several minutes of searching with no sign of him, his desperation increased exponentially. 

This wasn’t his first visit to the infirmary - in fact he was a regular - but he knew for a fact that his injury needed immediate attention, for his health was dwindling by the second. “Anybody?” he begged as he made his way for the fifth time. “Aha!” A quickly fleeting view of an individual in uniform gave him hope as he scurried in behind.

“OH, NURSE HYUNG -” he shouted as he entered “- NURSE HYUNG SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH ME!” The firecracker urged the nurse closer as he slowly revealed his injury - the boy winced in pain as each finger alleviated from the injury - a cut on the tip of his index finger.

“So basically, nurse hyung,” he gulped in fear of uttering the next sentence out loud, for he feared of admitting it, “It’s infected - and I am a ticking time bomb of death.”

[caeryu-blog]

scratch and burn || ji&&ryu

A self satisfied smile plays over his lips as he draws himself to his full height after a particularly vicious simulation, watching his surroundings steadily flip back into the metal chrome paneling of the combat hall. brushing hair away from his face,he leaves for the lockers, waving a hand at the control room absently in acknowledgement for the work they’d done. He braces his arms against the sleek tiled walls of the showers, letting the spray fall over his downturned head and wash the sweat and grime away - as well as a not insignificant amount of blood he notes, watching washed out red swirl down he drain. Eyes closed, he mentally takes tally of the injuries he’s attained. A single deep cut when he didn’t dodge fast enough, rough skid marks and abrasions from sliding along the floors and he’s certain the bottoms of his feet are going to bruise from that last landing. All in all not too terrible and he contemplates forgoing a visit to the infirmary until he shifts his weight and pain cracks up his spine - ah...he’d forgotten being thrown against the wall had fractured a rib. He supposes that should get looked at. 

Sliding back into his clothes, he strides out of the lockers lightly, heading to the infirmary, wondering idly how long it would take to be healed. It doesn’t matter, he surmises, after all his company is endlessly interesting. Knocking on the door, he peeks his head in with a cheeky grin “Hello again, it’s always so nice to see you.” He slips in fully, heading towards a chair, “Though I do wish it were under different circumstances you’ll be happy to note I’ve washed this time!” 

caeyong​

[caeryu-blog]

( SAGE and SNOWDROP !

SAGE: What is one thing they have learnt?

Strength is but a matter of perspective. There’s nothing he cannot destroy if he puts his mind to it, after all. (Though there are times where it may take a while, in the end … sometimes his body simply can’t keep up) 

SNOWDROP: Describe a time they felt hope.

There was a boy, at the orphanage - a young boy, the same age as he, and they were so very bright. Warm and kind and their light fell upon him more than anyone else. Of course in the end they fell and he burned. 

[caehwayoung-blog]

familiar; kjy&rhy

Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little bit, Hwayoung thought to herself as she walked, a bit haphazardly through the wide halls. Anger boiled a bit through her, she wanted to stay in Terra class, but apparently her teacher thought that maybe she got what she deserved when she inadvertently split most of the training grounds open disturbing the class, and proceeded to embarrassingly fall into it. I’m never going to live this one down, she lamented.

A couple students whispered as she pass by them, and she sighed. Walking around the hall with a bloody leg (yet another pair of sock ruined, this time not by grass stains at least) did make her stand out, not in a way she particularly fond of. She quickly reached the door for the nurses and doctors office and walked through the door, trying to keep the weight off her injured leg once she reached a standstill.

There was only one person in the room- clearly lunchbreaks are early for the faculty. She was about to call the man out when she hesitated and bit her lip. He looked familiar, Hwayoung definitely had a sensation of deja vu as she looked at him. Yet she couldn’t recall having seen this man any time recently. “Um- excuse me?” she called out. “You’re not a student right? Could you perhaps assist me, I had a small fall in class” she added, her brows still furrowed in confusion and annoyance; unable to pin point where the feeling of familiarity came from.