"What did they do to you today." The doctor quietly asked, concerned about Seokjin. The silhouette and him both jumped as they heard a sound, a sound familiar to him.

Seokjin pointed towards a vent hidden above his cage.

"Hide there, don't move or speak."

"How am I going to reach up there? It's too-" The man was in shock when Seokjin grabbed his foot to give him a jump boost so he could hide.

"Wow, he's strong!" The doctor's eyes widened. He found a camera inside of the vent he was crouched inside, so he covered it, praying no one saw him when he climbed inside of it.

A group of people entered the room, and pushed a blue button that Namjoon previously noticed, blinking. He wondered what it was.

"Mr. Kim, it's time for your medications." The man answered a question Namjoon had in his head: "May I consume something before taking them? I haven't..." He sighed.

"I haven't consumed anything in awhile and I'm feeling low on energy." The nurses held back their laughter, and mocked the man's voice.

"May I consume something? Mr. Kim, I'm afraid that's not going to happen. You know very well at what time our experiments feast, and it's not your time yet." Namjoon was hearing everything, feeling pity for Seokjin and disgusted by the way they treated him.

Five men sat him down on a hard wooden chair and strapped his arms and legs, the man didn't even flinch. He just stayed still, as if he was used to these actions already.

"Hold still, now. You'll just feel a little pinch." The nurse wrapped a rubber band around Seokjin's arm tightly until his veins popped up after five minutes of trying. He gripped onto the arms of the wooden chair, digging his nails into the old wood. Two of the men were still holding him, and applying pressure onto his wrists.

The needle was bigger than any regular needle Namjoon has seen.

Aside from it's irregularly shaped size of the needle, Namjoon could see how rusty it was, just from the vent he was in. Lines of black peeled off of the needle and were left inside of the patient's bruised arms.

The doctor has never seen Seokjin's arms since they've always been covered up with a dark hospital gown and a long black cape, but now that he just noticed them, he saw a lot of bruises and scratches.

"What type of human being would do this? These nurses are mental. They're leaving, thank goodness. I have to heal his arm before the led of the rusty needle infects Seokjin's bloodstream." Namjoon waited until everyone was gone for him to get down from the vent.

As he was about to open the vent, he felt someone pull him down.

"Seokjin." He thanked the strange man and looked into his eyes.

"Let me see." The man furrowed his eyebrows.

"There is nothing to see, Dr. Kim. Nothing to worry about." He smiled, halfheartedly.

The doctor reached his arm and lifted his sleeve up.

There was nothing. No bruises, scratches, just nothing. Namjoon was dumbfounded. Just an opened wound that was bleeding slightly.

"That can't be. I saw how they handled you, they injected a needle that could have potentially poisoned you with led, and killed you. How is it possible that there are no scars, or bruises?" He looked at the patient.

"You know that expression: "You can't kill what's dead"? Well, that's my case. My body is more dead than alive. With all of the experiments they did on me, I'm practically halfway gone." Seokjin explained, sounding bittersweet to the other male, who pitied him.

The doctor reached down into his suitcase and pulled out sterilized medical supplies, causing the patient to feel alarmed.

"You too? That's just what I needed..." He backed away, targeting his eyes at Namjoon as if they were daggers.

The doctor reassured him that he wouldn't cause him harm, that he was just going to clean his wounds and prevent him from getting further infected.

"I'm going to give you a tetanus shot, just to prevent the led from spreading further into your bloodstream. I know it might not be affective, but I'm also going to sterilize you with alcohol and wrap a bandage around your wounds." The doctor seemed so caring to Seokjin, even if he was still uncertain of him, he let him continue.

Namjoon put gloves on; something the nurses didn't do, and afterwards he began to disinfect the bloody area where the patient was infected the most.

"These are benzalkonium chloride swabsticks, they're usually used in patients who need surgery, but I'm going to sterilize your open wounds and inject sailing water into them, just to eliminate as much of the led as possible." The doctor was angered and nervous, remembering the way the cruel medical workers treated Seokjin.

Seokjin noticed the anger Namjoon felt. He felt it in his facial expressions and in the way his abnormal heartbeat caused him to get severe palpitations.

"Did someone upset you, Dr. Kim?" He decided to ask, after a while.

"It wasn't you, if that's what you're asking." The doctor replied, not once looking away from the patient's wounds.

The dark crimson blood dripped onto Namjoon's lab coat, marking its territory onto him. He knew blood stains come off easily, but he had to avoid getting noticed by anyone after he excited the lab. He knew that there were a lot of people working in the hospital tonight, and he didn't want to get caught. He couldn't risk it, everyone would suspect of him.

He finished injecting the sailing water solution into Seokjin's veins, and pulled the syringe out to cleanse his blood properly. Tiny flakes of black were pouring out of the bucket he was pouring the dirty water into.

"I think that's the last of it. Thankfully this didn't reach your blood that far, or else your whole blood cells would have gotten infected. I brought you something." He searched in his bag and pulled out a bottle of orange juice and a tray of food. He opened it, revealing a medium rare steak, some rice, and some fruit in a separate tray. Seokjin was overwhelmed by the smells.

"Doctor, what's this?" The man asked, sitting on the floor. The doctor sat down next to him, placing the tray of food on his own lap and spooning a bit of rice.

"This is for you. I snuck it in here so you could eat it, this will give you some energy and boost up your immune system." He reassured before giving the man a tiny sample of the rice.

He chewed it slow, and nodded.

"Delicious. Can I have more, please?" The doctor shook his head in agreement.

"I'm going to feed it to you. Right now, you mustn' t make any movement or apply pressure to your hands until they heal. I'll take care of you, Seokjin."

"Thank you." Seokjin felt a weird sensation in the bottom of his heart. He ignored it, thinking it was probably heartburn or something, and kept on eating peacefully.

This was the first full meal he's had in years.

"Are you okay?" The doctor asked, as the man held his stomach while getting up and walking towards his cage.

Something didn't feel right, Seokjin started to feel queasy and sickened. The smells of food were no longer as good as they used to smell to him, his eyes watered and widened.

In a matter of seconds he began throwing up, releasing all of the food the doctor previously fed him. Namjoon placed his hand on the man's back as he threw up.

Seokjin felt guilt.

"I'm sorry." The doctor looked at him. He suddenly pulled his body into his embrace. His fragile body was nothing but bones and he felt Seokjin could break at any moment. Expecting him to become aggressive as he was previously told by Bogeom, he awaited for the moment in which the patient would try to injure him. He didn't care, of course.

The hug lasted for ten seconds, or less. And once the doctor let go, he readjusted his stethoscope and held it up to Seokjin's heart, hearing his pulsating heart race while his chest kept rising up and down. Had he frightened the man?

"Please forgive me, It wasn't my intention of startling you or making you feel uncomfortable in any way. All I wanted to do was support your body in case you would fall over." He lied. In reality he was just testing the man to see his full potential and find out it he would attack him or become visious.

Seokjin held his head down.

"Mr. Kim, are you smiling?"