Seokjin opened his eyes and found himself in the doctor's arms. He got up, thanking the doctor for catching him.

"How long has he been here?" Namjoon whispered, trying not to wake up the beast next to the man's room.

"Today it's the second day he's been here, and they release him every night after 9 o' clock just so he could fight with me. He's much bigger than I am, much stronger, and much more angrier, so I just try my best to find his weak spots to attack him. That's been happening for so long with other patients the doctors turn into monsters so they could test their powers on me, at this point I just let them harm me to get it over with."

This was so much for Namjoon to take in, poor man. He's been through a lot in this hell.

The demonic creature had scared them so much, Seokjin didn't even realize he was still in Namjoon's arms and that Namjoon was still holding onto his waist like a porcelain doll: Being careful so that he wouldn't fall and break.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry." The doctor apologized, releasing Seokjin from his grip.

Seokjin stood next to his cage with a sassy expression on his face.

"Who's the one who overly apologizes now, Dr. Kim?" He teased. Namjoon crossed his arms, pretending to feel offended.

"Me? Apologizing? Please. I was simply running a quick test on you for your own health, after all, I am a doctor." Seokjin wasn't buying that story, and frankly, Namjoon wasn't either.

"I'm sorry, that story was terrible."

"And the man apologized once again. That's four times already, Namjoon." Seokjin spoke.

Namjoon quit and pretended to have a zipper on his mouth. He didn't speak for a while.

The whole room went quiet.

Namjoon's phone rang and Seokjin held his stomach, sitting inside of the cold, metal cage.

Namjoon read the name of the caller, it was his mom. He answered thinking it was something serious since his mother rarely calls him when he's working.

"Hello? Mom, how are you?" He answered, acting normal.

"I'm doing well, son. Listen! I'm at the hospital right now, I just wanted to stop by even though it's late, to tell you about something very important. Could you spare me a minute to talk to you?" She sounded okay, so Namjoon agreed.

"I'll see you... In a minute." He paused, looking back at Seokjin. The man was curved inside of the cage, his breathing was getting heavier by the minute.

Namjoon hung up and went to his side.

"Seokjin, are you hurt?" He heared the man's bones crack slightly while sitting up.

"I'm fine. Get out of here, now." He was surprised at his sudden change in attitude.

"You don't look... Alright, but at least let me take your temperature. Please?" The doctor was worried about Seokjin's excessive sweating, the look in his eyes wasn't the same, and his change in mood.

Seokjin agreed, but he couldn't get up.

"I'll help you sit up." The doctor reached out to grab Seokjin's arm, but the man gripped his hand and started to shake.

Namjoon thought he was having a hot flash.

"Breathe, Seokjin." He released his hand slowly, rolling a thermometer across his forehead. The man's temperature was very high. The state he was in was no good, he could be having a stroke and Namjoon feared that if he left him alone, his condition would worsen.

"Answer the following questions: Does your chest feel tight?" The man denied he did.

"Do you feel numbness on your face, tongue, or any part of your body?" The man denied that he felt any numbness as well.

"Do you want some water?" He denied it.

"Leave. I want you to leave." His voice was deeper, and he was gritting his teeth. The doctor's worry only increased.

"But Mr. Kim, I can't just leave you like this. You're my patient, remember? I'm going to take care of you." He insisted.

Seokjin's frustration grew bigger. Namjoon noticed he was breathing harder, it was probably because of that mask that he always wears. It was most likely causing the man to have breathing problems.

"Here, I think you just need some fresh air. No one is around so please take that mask off." That was the last straw. Seokjin clenched his fist and growled roughly.

"This is the last time I tell you this: Please leave, now." The man sounded more agitated with each word his mouth would form.

"And this is the last time 'I'm' telling you this... I'm not leaving until I know you're okay."
Namjoon wasn't trying to anger the man, he just wanted to know what he was feeling and how he could help him.

But the only thing the man did was push him out of the room before he started to scratch on the walls.

Namjoon had no choice left but to leave him.

~~~

"It's not like him to act this way. He's usually calm, too calm sometimes. What's happening to Seokjin?" Namjoon's mind went blank once he was met face to face with his mother who was talking to a nurse.

"Oh! This is my son, Kim Namjoon. Isn't he handsome?" She proudly smiled at her son, talking to the younger woman.

"This woman and I are very fond of each other, mom. Nice seeing you again." Namjoon faked a smile, knowing that was the woman who coldly killed the man in front of Seokjin and threw the pint of blood at his face.

He hated her guts, but he had to put on a happy looking smile for his mother to not feel uncomfortable.

"I randomly bumped into her, isn't that funny?" She smiled widely as the nurse suspiciously blinked.

"Ma'am, we're doing this special event on women in which they donate blood to help out those in need. It's all for a good cause, would you like to participate?" Namjoon interrupted his mother from replying.

"Not now." He saw the awkward facial expressions on his mother's face.

"What a handsome son you have, huh? Where was he born?" She asked, smirking.

"Well..." He spoke once more for his confused mother, just to avoid any more questions from the nurse.

"My parents were infertile, so they decided to adopt me when I was two years old. Excuse us." He grabbed his mother's hand and turned her away from the nurse.

"Kim Namjoon! You know that's not true. I gave birth to you and I personally wanted to donate my blood, what's going on?" She whispered.

"Walk with me, please. No no, don't look back." He said, keeping a straight face the whole time.

They made it out of the hospital building and into the car.

"What was that all about?" He felt guilty about confusing his mother, let alone lying in front of her, but it was to keep her safe.

"Never give them your information: No cell phone number, your home address, your medical history, records, your insurance cards. Especially not your blood type." His mother stared at him.

"Why? Don't you work there? I don't see why I can't donate a little bit of my blood to help out those in need, Namjoon." She frowned, feeling discouraged.

"They don't need the blood for a donation, and it's not for a good cause." Her son insisted, trying to shake that idea out of his mother's head.

"What are you talking about?" Namjoon sighed, holding the sides of his temples.

"They just want your information to take money from the insurance you have. Once they start running tests on you, they never stop. It's all just a big scam to harm you, mom. Please don't tell anyone anything about you. Don't tell them your name. Don't even talk to them, or look at them. I know this might be hard to take in, but I need you to be on my side and trust me. Okay?" The mother was trying hard to process every bit of information that Namjoon was telling her about.

After a while, she decided to be on the safe side and believed Namjoon.

Namjoon sighed in relief once he had warned her about everything, that way he didn't run the risk of his family being in danger.

"Son, please, for the love of God, please protect yourself against those people. And always keep yourself germ free!" Namjoon smiled slightly, he felt like a child again whenever his mother mentioned anything about keeping himself free of germs.

He kept his promise the same way she kept hers. With that being said and done, they parted ways: The woman drove back home and Namjoon went back to the hospital. He used the stairs to avoid being seen in the elevator.

It was a stressful thing to do, but he was thankful to make it back safe to the lab without being seen by anyone. He gathered his things like before and opened the door to Seokjin's room. When he found him bleeding.

His mask was on, and his hands were shaking.

"Dr. Kim, you returned. What a pleasant surprise."