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You pace outside the theatre, it's quiet, save for the sounds of frantic feet running to and from the equipment room. The walls are white. The floor is white. Everything is so goddamn white and peaceful, you hate it.

Because it's not really.

It's not peaceful right now. 

The world is angry and you can't imagine why.

And the hallways are longer than you imagined here, they seem to go on forever in this hospital.

Will he be okay?

Grey faces walk past you, all seemingly ignoring your presence as you worry wrinkles. As your heart compresses against the weight of guilt, squishing it into your stomach. 

You rub your eyes, is this my fault?

"Snap out of it Y/N. He'll be okay," you whisper, biting your bottom lip. "It's just a midline laceration on his chest and it's not too deep. He'll be okay. Stop freaking out."

Folding your arms across the new grey scrubs the theatre nurses let you wear, you pace outside the theatre room. Everything was a mess. Everything lately had turned into something so much bigger than what you could've ever imagined. You had no idea what was going on anymore.

Absolutely nothing.

Leaning your back against the wall, you close your eyes. Your eyes were so damn sore. You needed to sleep. You needed to eat. You needed to just stop thinking.

But of course, you can't. Not right now. Not when you should be thinking of survival. "Come on, it's been half an hour. Where are you-"

"Yoongi, where are you going?" Namjoon shouts out, emerging from the theatre door after Yoongi, who stalks off. His heavy feet rush past you. You push off the wall and rush towards Namjoon.

"Hey, is he okay?" you ask.

He looks past you with a disconcerting frown. "Yoongi or Namjoon?"

You frown at the brunette. "Why would I care about that idiot. Is Taehyung okay?"

"Oh," You watch him as he takes off his surgical cap, throwing it into the bin beside you. "We're transfusing a unit of red blood cells at the moment just because he's lost quite a bit. We irrigated the wound, stapled him back up, stitched a couple things up, stuck a honeycomb dressing on and he'll be out soon. We're gonna send him to a quiet room in recovery so if you want to be with him ...he'll be there. Just give us a couple more minutes to transfer him."

You nod, reassurance flooding your veins. "He's okay that's all that matters."

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "You two ...give the boy an opportunity," he pushes himself past you reluctantly. "I better get back. If you need me, I'll be with Jin outside or with Yoongi, in his office. Look after yourself, I'll see you later."

"Thanks Joon."

He turns to smile before walking backwards towards the emergency department entrance. "Wasn't me, it was all Yoongi."

Namjoon runs through the doors, he was confused. What in the hell was happening? What was Yoongi thinking? Walking carefully through the patients on the floor, he holds his breath as he walks towards the hub, pushing through the nurses station before pushing into Yoongi's office.

Yoongi's still in his scrubs, guzzling a bottle of water down his throat. "What the fuck Yoongi, what is going on?"

Throwing the empty bottle carelessly on the ground, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He laughs manically before grabbing the spare clean white coat hanging up on his coat hanger. "Sit the fuck down."

Namjoon shuts the door behind him.

"Theatre's now officially in gridlock," Yoongi announces, pacing his room as his desk phone suddenly rings off the hook. "We can't move anyone into theatre for the next hour so if any needs an operation, we're totally fucked. I'm angry because there's nothing I can do."

Namjoon slumps into the chair in front of his desk. He doesn't understand why Yoongi is ignoring a solution so clearly written in front of him. "I think our only option is to just close our doors at this point. The wards are all full. We can't take anyone on."

Running his hands through his hair, Yoongi grabs his cheeks, pulling them down in frustration. He knows the solution is obvious, but it doesn't mean he wants to take it. "That's the thing Namjoon, we're the only hospital still open in the region. It would be so fucking wrong to close our doors. No, I can't do it."

Namjoon shrugs in response. "Yoongi, we can't help it. We can't even provide basic care to a person when our floor space in the Emergency Department is completely covered in 'em and our resources are depleting at a rapid pace. Not to mention our medical centres across town are full too. What more do you want?"

Yoongi doesn't say anything as he walks around his desk.

He bites his bottom lip as he taps his fingers against the wood.

Namjoon watches as he reluctantly reaches out for the phone.

"Make the call Yoongi. You know you need to."

He looks up to Namjoon, hair falling over his eyes. There's a tense feeling the air between them as they glare at each other.

Namjoon smiles softly. "You have to Yoongi, we can't keep this up."

Yoongi closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. "I'll do it but honestly, fuck you Namjoon. You just had to go ahead and get your fucking hospital blown up," picking up the phone, he holds it up to his face before dialing the number. "Worst day of my life."

"Could've been your last Yoongi."

"Namjoon," Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Just shut the fuck up."

Namjoon sinks back into his chair as he Yoongi falls into his leather desk chair. They both wait until someone picks up the phone on the other end.

"Hi, sorry to call you so early in the morning. I'm Min Yoongi of Seoul Hearts Hospital, can you please put me through to the director?"

You're speaking to him? How can I help you Dr. Min Yoongi.

"It's regarding the hospital. We're in gridlock. We have no beds. All electives and discharges have been processed. We have no more room. I don't know what more you want us to do ...we can't continue like this ...we have to close the hospital down to handle what we have already," Yoongi and Namjoon stare at each other over the phone. "I'm calling you to tell you that we can't accept more patients. We're closing our doors to the public."

You can't close the hospital yet, wait for my orders-

"-we're under-resourced without beds, where do you suppose the patients go?" Yoongi snaps into the shell of the phone. "Look, if anyone needs surgery, we can't. We have to take care of the people already here first. Triage is acting as another ward right now."

Yes, I understand but it will affect the reputation of our hospital. We are still awaiting orders from the top regarding the potential risk of MERS, so hold the phone please.

"Taking care of the hospitals reputation is not my job, it's yours. Caring for my people is my job, so stop being a fucking asshole and think about everyone in the damn hospital for once. We can't cope with the strain. We're closing." Yoongi slams the phone back on his desk before throwing his head into his hands.

"Yoongi?"

"Shut up Namjoon. We're fucking closing."