"I was headed to the cafeteria when I got lost and then this woman brought her injured son to my attention so I could heal him. Poor child had a splinter this big in his leg." Namjoon explained the length of the splinter with his fingers as Bohwa looked at him.

"That's interesting, why don't you tell me more about your story as we head to the cafeteria?" The man didn't have time to reply to Bohwa when he was already walking away from the lab.

"Oh! Now that I remembered, the cafeteria must be closed since it's already six o' clock. I have to run a few tests now and give diagnosis to my patients, now, sorry." Namjoon took Bohwa's hand off of his shoulder and politely smiled while walking away, not once turning around.

"Better be more careful, I can't risk getting caught." He thought, entering his patient's room.

"Good afternoon, how are you feeling today?" He greeted a man about his father's age.

"I'm fine." The middle aged man replied, his cold tone of voice reminded Namjoon of Seokjin's voice.

"What brings you here today, sir. Having some pain in your lower back?" The man nodded to him.

"I was painting my house when I fell a few feet off of a ladder about two months ago, and came here to get therapy. But the pain escalated."

That explains the pain in his back, so Namjoon didn't make any further questions.

"Do you take any medications for the..." His eyes widened as the man's face morphed. He looked like a zombie: His skin was flaking off and changing colors like purple, green, and red.

Namjoon was in shock, and because of it, he backed away from the man.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" He snapped back into reality, and the man looked completely normal.

"I don't know. Just- Do you, do you take any pain medications? That's what I meant to ask earlier, sorry." The doctor sighed, holding his head.

"Yes, I take regular pain killers. But everyone who's seen me here has given me pain killers of all sorts, medicines with different names, and even ibuprofen. But I still can't find relief for this pain." He held his back with a painful expression on his face.

The doctor began to examine him.

Each spot he would touch, the man kept flinching, describing the pain as a "sting" or "a sharp shooting pain."

Namjoon decided to lift his shirt to find out if he had a dislocated disk in his back or if he had any sort of fracture, but what he found was more shocking than the vision he had gotten a few seconds ago.

Bruises. Some red, some green, and most purple. Bruises of all sorts of colors traced the man's back, along with oddly shaped bumps.

"Did they run any tests on you before you received the therapy? An X-ray, for example?" The man nodded "no", Namjoon readjusted his stethoscope to listen to the man's heartbeat and to check his breathing.

"Take a deep breath in." Every breath he would take.

"One more." Every move he would make with the breathing.

"It's very bothersome for me, I'm in pain and practically immobile. I can't provide for my family this way doctor, I need help." The doctor could feel the pain the man was going through.

"You'll be okay, let's get you to the X-ray room and check you out." The man agreed, thanking Namjoon.

~two hours later~

Turns out that the man needed surgery: He had a fractured disk, just as Namjoon suspected, and a broken ribcage, that explains why he had double the trouble with breathing.

Namjoon watched as everyone began to leave the hospital as usual.

"Goodnight to you, Dr. Kim." Some of his 'friends' told Namjoon as he just waved them goodbye.

He wasn't the type of person to feel anxious, he's always been a very peaceful man. But tonight, he was impatiently waiting for everybody to leave the hospital so he could finally see the most mysterious patient in the hospital: Kim Seokjin.

The coast was clear after a while, leaving him with plenty of time to investigate the room again. He was in such a hurry that he forgot to wear his protection gear.

"I must have left it back in my office." He looked around and found a few other pieces of protection gear, like the glasses and the shoes. But what he really needed was the full piece bodysuit, which he was having a tough luck finding.

"Where do they store the suits away." He asked himself.

An old and dusty locker answered his question, because when he opened it, he found over ten different bodysuits and other items the doctor's use to protect themselves against the radiation. He put one on and speedily headed towards the places they keep the special patients. Specifically, "his" special patient.

"Back again, I see. What a pleasant surprise, Dr. Kim." Seokjin rose from his cage and pierced his eyes on Namjoon, who was unconsciously staring at him.

"Dr. Kim?" The strange man frowned at the other who was lost in his own mind.

"How is my special patient doing, today?" He asked, coming back to reality.

"Don't call me that."

"Call you what?" Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows at the man.

"Don't call me "special", just call me your patient or call me Seokjin. Call me anything else, but never call me "special", understood?" Namjoon was slightly intimated.

"Understood, I won't call you that again, my apologies. Tell me, how have you been feeling today?" He asked, trying to change the subject. Although he wanted to know everything about Kim Seokjin, he couldn't just bombard him with absurd questions and risk losing him. For now, all he wanted to know was how he was feeling, he'll figure out how to start a conversation with him later on. The man is very sociable, so Namjoon doubts he'll have problems conversating with him.

"Like death." Was all the man answered before shutting his eyes and hiding in his cage.

"This is going to be a long night..."