patient privilege || sja + csh
if anyone knows anything about choi seunghyun it would be that he’s a bit of a mess, he can’t ever seem to get things right no matter how hard he tries. relationships = failure. business knowledge = non-existent. even something as simply of taking care of himself or not setting himself become such a fucking miscreant that he wells up with emotions, spilling over into a flash of white hot rage enough to punch a mirror and slice the hell up out of his hand. he immediately crumbles into pain, groaning, but after washing it and trying to clean it as best he can (granted, he doesn’t have much to work with here at the office), he decides it’s time to head on out.
he tries to be discreet about it, but at least three employees bow and see it, shouting “oh my god what happened! are you okay, sir?!” bless their hearts. he tries to smile through the pain and reassure them that it was just an accident, just a misstep, just an oversight. he’s about to get it fixed up right now, yes of course, please don’t worry. please don’t think about how a person would normally get wounds like this. he doesn’t want anyone picturing him hitting glass; it’s not good for the boss’s image.
so off to the hospital he goes, head held down, hat low over his brow, his fist wrapped badly into his shirt, bleeding into the white of it because he just has nothing else he can use. he gets out of the cabbie and walks into the hospital, going up to the front desk and asking for song jiae—it’s a special case. when she comes out, he gives her a wary look. “i know you were hired on as my doctor for very specific reasons, but i’m hoping you’ll still remain confidential about this too?” he slowly and carefully shows her his hand.
@247jiae