A bouqet of white roses had been sent to the hospital, a vase coming with it. Within the roses were some yellow daises, mixing it. The vase was black, simple and elegant and the whole thing had cost him a pretty penny but he had gone back to the bar and learned what happened. So flowers it was. Of course, Jiho had not picked it out himself but his street name, Kasper, was signed on it with a small note, ' thanks ' above the signature. The male was not above thanking someone for helping him.
There had been murmurings in the break room of the hospital one late night. Most gossiping about the beautiful set of flowers that had been sent in not for a patient, but for one of the their ER workers.
So when Yongsun made her way in absolutely clueless, she was taken aback by the sudden silence that had filled the room that her presence had caused. Blinking, the nurse simply continued on and went to go grab a snack from the fruit bowl that had been set for them to take. Taking a bite out of an apple, she went up to one of her coworkers and nodded towards the flowers that were put in the middle of the room. “’ey, whose are those?” She asked, munching on the delicious fruit with a raised brow. And when she had been told they were hers, she nearly choked to death on the spot.
“¡Q-Que mentirosa! Y-You can’t be serious!” Yongsun shot out, extremely flustered by the sudden revelation.
Going over to inspect the flowers, she felt uncomfortable by the stares her coworkers were giving her. They probably thought it was from a love interest and surely would tease her about it for a few days. Yongsun wanted to punch them all to shut them the hell up. Or at least scare them away so she could enjoy her gift in peace.
Controlling herself, she looked at the note attached to the flowers and sighed softly once she found who the sender had been. A patient of hers, Jiho. He was an interesting fellow. But at least she was grateful he didn’t give her much of a hard time when he was in her care.
It was incredibly rare for nurses– or her no less, to receive much thanks from previous patients they had cared for. They always went to the doctors, the one ranked above. But she didn’t mind. It came with the job.
When one of her fellow nurses went over to ask who the flowers were from, Yongsun took the note and slipped it into the breast pocket of her scrubs.
“Honestly, it’s none of your business. It doesn’t concern you, does it? So, stop worryin’ about who I got the fucking flowers from and get to work.”
