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Re-introducing Izuhara Satoru.He works at the Fukuyama hospital and has the reputation of someone hard working with a kind yet firm soul.But this guy has sinister secrets, the worst of them being his illegal side business which links to a drug deal led by few powerful higher ups. He has hired an old friend of his, as a “friendly” gesture to help him with his financial troubles, to do the dirty work for him while he sits on his doctor seat comfortably. Little does he know this friend is about to screw up and drag him into some deep trouble. 

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S08; Closed starter for @kxzya​

“Izuhara-sensei.”

The gentle voice and the hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his slumber. His gaze wandered in confusion until he realized he was in his office and a pair of judging eyes were staring at him. It was an unusual sight to find the doctor in such condition during his night shift so the head nurse didn’t give him too much of a hard time due to her genuine concern.

“How unprofessional of me,” he sat up properly and shut the file resting on his desk hastily. The shift had been a long one that night, various accidents caused by the slippery roads kept the hospital staff busy. The stress caused by Satoru’s secret side business didn’t exactly help.

“Get yourself together, Izuhara-sensei,” the nurse told him firmly yet in her gentle tone as she offered him a small cup of black coffee. “Drink this up and get out there while wearing that charming smile of yours. You still have a long night to go,” she told him and spared the formalities. The only nurse who got away with scolding the doctor from time to time when needed. Satoru wasted no time as he gulped down the hot beverage and gave the cup back to the nurse who smiled at him as he stood up and adjusted his white long jacket.

“Alright. Lead me to our next case,” he led Ayano out of his office and the colleagues walked side by side down the corridors, the doctor’s hands casually in the pockets of his jacket.

“It seems like we have a self inflicted accident. This patient arrived with a fractured arm and a strong scent of alcohol,” she led the way to one of the beds covered by a curtain. “From what we could understand from his slurred attempts of speaking it sounds like his name is Kazuya. We have taken the x-ray and treated the arm. We still need some information from him and I figured you would be more successful in communicating with someone in such a state,” she drew the curtain aside.

Satoru froze on spot and found himself staring at the patient, for the head nurse it must have looked like he’d seen a ghost. He was snapped out of it by the nurse who nudged his arm with her elbow and he cleared his throat.

“I will take care of this. Thank you, Ayano-san,” he told her and she excused herself with a smile to leave the doctor alone with his patient, oblivious to these two being old acquaintances. Satoru closed the curtain and stood by the bed, eyeing the wasted condition of his old friend. “Kazu .. ? Since when are you back in Japan? And how did you manage to fuck up your arm like this?” He dropped his kind and polite doctor facade when it was just them two.

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@kindsickness

“Thank you, Igawa-san. I’ll take it from here.”

A gentle soul with his bright smile plastered on his face, a doctor whose mere presence had a somewhat curing effect on his patients. This was the reputation he carried with him. The nurse’s automatic reaction was a genuine smile and she excused herself with a bow once she’d led Satoru’s next patient to his office. The doctor browsed through the file until the door closed and he could drop the facade. He set the file on the desk and sat back with his attention turned on the young girl, visibly intrigued.

“How can I help you today, Honoka-chan?” He inquired instantly with his calm tone, he was aware of her true motive which certainly wasn’t to get him describe her something for her pain, based on their past encounters.