It was probably odd for the twenty-year-old model to be wandering around hospital corridors in middle of night but he hadn’t received notification of his grandfather’s hospitalization until after his schedules had concluded. It was regretful, truly, not to be able to retain one’s mobile during work hours just for this one specific reasoning, but Jiwon understood the justice behind it – as much as he’d liked to blame company for not allowing him to leave sooner. It was no wonder he was frantic, heartbeat skyrocketing and almond orb filled with a slight dampness he refused to allow to fall against his collared and pressed button down (he’d cried enough on way here). Text message after text message had been sent out to those closest to him, which naturally consisted of three or four people he knew without doubt would mind him in his lowest hours, and he’d be silent despite occasional choked back sob during car ride.
It wasn’t like his grandfather to fall ill, much less fall from his wooden chair he was so fond of, one he’d ordered overseas made from foreign oak, in fact man was the epitome of health, at least for a sixty-something elder and such news had come as an overall shock to Jiwon. His aunt had been first to speak of it, leaving voicemail to his phone and eventually that of his company assigned manager when he had not answered and eventually said news had made it’s rounds back to him. He was fretting, pacing back and forth like a madman, having asked nurses and doctor he could manage to stop – none seemed to be listening, too caught up in ER patients that had just arrived; not to mention his aunt wasn’t picking up her phone. It hadn’t been until he could take grasp upon flowing white coat was he able to gain proper attention, thick swallow granted and relief felt only when it seemed female was willing to lead him to where he needed to be.
“T-thank you – really, I owe you.” He merely mumbles, too busy
fidgeting with ends of his sleeve, “I – uh… they said it was room 401…”
It was late, probably just turned midnight, if not just past. Micha was working until 8am the next morning, not that she minded. The nights in her department were usually quiet unless a patient falls badly sick and ends up having to have emergency surgery or something; and though those were frequent occurrences, the night had been fairly quiet tonight. She’d been doing her checks, examining the patients in each room and making sure their medication was set up correctly before filing the paperwork for the patients.
She listens to the lost male, of course the street clothing and the fact he wasn’t in the emergency room was a sign that he wasn’t a patient here and that he was clearly here for a family member but he looked like a lost puppy and Micha felt bad for him and wanted to help him find his way. “Room 401?” She checks the clipboard she was holding and smiles. “That’s the next room on my list anyway so come on. I know hospitals can be like a maze sometimes right?” She chuckles softly, gesturing for the male to follow her as she walks down the corridor.
