"What did you see, Bogeom?" The question his doctor made him wasn't answered due to a person interrupting them.

It was nurse Yoona.

"Sir, you dropped this..." Namjoon thanked her while she handed him over one of his papers. He must have dropped it without realizing.

Before she left, Namjoon saw the patient's mood had drastically changed.

His eyes were widened, dark circles forming around them. His body was sweating and shaking uncontrollably, and he kept on flinching.

"Are you alright? You seem a little bit spaced out. Do you know nurse Yoona?" Namjoon's voice snapped the man back into reality.

"Yes." The man got up, without saying another word, and left.

"Wait, where are you going? Don't leave. Wait!" Namjoon was left talking alone when the man ran out of the room.

"That was weird." He paced around the hospital until he got back to his office.

~flashback~

"Sir, you dropped this..." Namjoon remembered that before the nurse exited the room, she gave his patient a death stare.

~~~

While rearranging his papers, he noticed that the numbers "602" were scribbled over by a pen. They were still noticeable to him because he was good at unmasking numbers.

"Maybe she- No. No, Namjoon. That's a stupid thought." The man just grabbed his papers and left them inside of a place no one would find them, just in case. He was slowly becoming more cautious with his personal belongings around the hospital, as well as his important documents.

"Bohwa!" He called out the man's name after seeing him standing around the hallway.

Bohwa jumped up. "You startled me, haha!! How's it going?" He asked, giving Namjoon a handshake.

"Pretty good. What about you?"

"Good. Let's head to the cafeteria together later on, okay?" The man agreed, but disagreed a few seconds later.

"I can't. I actually left my lunch in the car, so I'll go pick it up later." He walked away, making sure the man didn't follow behind him this time.

~~~

"Just take two pills: One in the morning, and one at night. And you should be all better by Sunday." Namjoon wrote down a prescription for his patient and pat its shoulder for reassurance.

He loved his job. He loved curing people and bringing hope back into their lives.

Which is why nothing could stand in his way or make him quit.

"Dr. Kim, it's lunch time. Are you coming along with us to the cafeteria?" A surgeon asked him. Now that almost everyone knew who Dr. Kim was, they all got along with him.

He politely declined, claiming he was going to have lunch in his car. That way he could get some pressure off of him, the rush of people running around to eat in the cafeteria wasn't good for his digestion, so he would rather eat in peace, alone in his car.

As he entered the elevator, he sighed loudly.

"Finally, some peace and quiet." The huge bang and squealing noises got worse, right after Namjoon spoke.

"Except for when I enter this elevator..." He pushed his body in the back of the cold, metal elevator and relaxed, but retreated from it, feeling sticky substance was getting stuck to his lab coat.

After he stepped off of the elevator, he shuffled around his bag looking for his car keys.

He got in his car and instead of having lunch, he decided to start recording on his new camera.

"Day three. I've been working here for three days here now and it's not that bad. Not as good as the first day, but not as bad either. A few strange things happened to me today. Last night I had trouble sleeping. I'm usually a heavy sleeper and not even the loudest noise could disturb me, but for some reason, last night I got up and couldn't sleep at all. I went to sleep very late after taking sleeping pills. I call my boss this morning and apologize to him for being late. Usually that would get any boss angry, or even the slightest bit pissed or even fire you. Especially if they just hired the person yesterday, right? Well not this man. He sounded very... How do I explain this... 'Desperate'. When I arrived to my office, I found a bagel and a cup of coffee, along with a note from the first friend I made here, named Bohwa. I think I told you about him in the last video I made, but I might be wrong. But here's where things changed with him.

It started once I was talking to my patient. Okay, so my patient was telling me about an experience he had here when he stayed overnight. When out of nowhere, a nurse named Yoona came in just to tell me I had dropped a paper. My patient kept staring at her until she left, then he went crazy. He turned so pale, I'm pretty sure he was showing signs of a panic attack. I remembered that Yoona gave him a death glare before she left. I don't know exactly what happened between those two, but if there is one thing I'm sure of, is that I don't want anything to do with it. I'm just a doctor, not a lawyer... However, my suspicion only worsened when Bohwa came up to me and suggested that we have lunch together. I know, you're probably thinking, "What's so bad about that?", the thing is that yesterday I told him that I had left my lab coat, which is true by the way, in my car. He made up an excuse to follow me, so he said that he left his stethoscope in his car. When I got my lab coat, I noticed that he didn't have his stethoscope on him. When I asked him where his stethoscope was, he just said that he had it in his office, or something like that. So then, why would he follow me to the elevator if he knew about it, right? I'm kind of skeptical about being around him now. Well, I have to go now, I'll let you know how day three ends. Goodbye."

Namjoon ended his video and hid his camera inside of his glove compartment so no one sees it and breaks his car window. He was slowly beginning to lose everybody's trust.

~~~

Afterwards, he went to his office again and stayed there to attend a few other patients, and prescribe them treatments, medications, and different types of resources to help them out.

By the time he was done, he decided to stay one to two hours later just to verify if his folders and everything else were in place. Kim Namjoon is a very well organized man when it comes to his job.

"Desk is cleared, folders are sorted out, computer is off and disconnected, and it's time to go." As the man closed the door to his office, the smell of clorox and other types of chemicals they use to clean the hospital, swirled around his head.

He didn't have any intentions on following the scent, but something made him want to follow it. He looked down at his hands and opened a folder.

"Go home, Namjoon. Just go home. I have no business in this building, other than assisting the sick people. That's it."

Defeated by his own curiosity, Namjoon mindlessly continued to pace around the half empty hospital building. He felt like he shouldn't be doing this, but his legs weren't cooperating with his mind, so he continued to walk down a long and familiar hallway.

A flashing image came across his mind.

"That room. The room Bohwa was preventing me from seeing. What could he be hiding behind those double doors?" He held the paper he was previously carrying with him and started to read what was scribbled on the number 602.

"Room XXX. Where could you be." Namjoon remembered the place Bohwa took him to and got an idea of where to search. But the man was so tired, that he eventually just quit.

Defeated, he walked out of the hospital and went into the elevator again.

"It's probably just an old storage room, or even a laundry room. Who knows. I shouldn't pay attention to it, there are more important things I should invest my time and energy on."

~~~

"Or should I... Go back?"