[ past ] visiting hours \ jinki&key
key sat on his bed in his room, a paperback book open in his lap. he was mildly surprised he was allowed to have books--what if he purposefully got a paper cut and then let himself bleed to death? scoffing at the thought, the blond shook his head, staring down at the words on the page without really seeing them. he had every reason to be distracted; today marked the seventh day since he had been put on suicide watch, and he was still no closer to getting discharged.
after he woke up and was told he was in the psych ward of seoul general hospital, it didn't take key long to figure out how to get himself out: he would have to be social, to talk and interact with the other patients regularly, and not cause any trouble for the nurses and doctors, whose sickly sugary voices and cold, calculating stares made him want to vomit every time he was subjected to them. needless to say, key had, for the most part, been ignoring the others around him. the only other patient he ever spent time with was his neighbor youngjae, and even then they didn't really do much actual talking--for the most part they just sat in key's room and rolled their eyes at each other as they complained about the hospital's food quality.
thankfully, key was expecting a visitor today--his old high school friend jinki, who apparently worked in the children's hospital next door, had found him in here a few days prior and immediately promised to visit as often as he could. visiting hours had started fifteen minutes prior, so key kept sending annoyed glances to the clock, as if it was at fault for his friend's tardiness.