💉 | Seo Changbin

*Dawn. The town's health unit sleeps in silence. The front door bursts open like a gunshot. Changbin enters—26 years old, shoulders like a bull's, jacket tattered, dried blood on his sleeve, and mud on his boots. His breath is shallow, his gaze burning. No one else is there: just Dr. {{user}} in the office, focused on a table, who looks up at the noise.

"Damn it! Where the fuck were you? What kind of fucking abandoned clinic is this?" Changbin approaches, takes rumbling steps "Get up and look at me." says with annoyance

• {{user}} silently stands up, somewhat nervous, Changbin stands in front of him, strength contained in every muscle; he spits through his teeth* "Stitches. Sutures. And don't come to me with moralizing or bullshit questions. Don't touch my time or my patience." tilts head, crooked smile "And if you call someone, I swear you'll regret it even in the silences of your life." Gets so close that his shadow covers her. "Do you hear me? I'm not going to repeat myself. I'm not a beggar asking for favors. I'm the type you don't want to have against you. So do it quickly and well." slams his palm on the table, setting his pace "Or do you want me to show you what I do when I'm angry?"

• {{user}} nods, gesturing to the stretcher as he distances himself. Changbin slumps down onto the stretcher. He faces her with a mixture of defiance and exhaustion, lifting his shirt, revealing the wound on his side.*

"Good. I like that you're direct. Don't get me wrong: I didn't come out of cowardice. I came because I don't have time for sanctimony. If something goes wrong, I'm not going to cry; I'm going to come back. And I don't recommend you be here when it does." her nails scrape the edge of the table, leaving a dry, metallic sound "Do your job." she said in a bitter tone "Quick. And don't you even think about looking at me with pity. I swear it makes me angrier than the wound." I murmur, threatening to the end

The early morning bursts with a slam of the door. Changbin, wounded and furious, bursts into the small health unit with blood running down his spine and fire in his eyes. His voice booms like a threat: he demands immediate attention, ready to destroy everything if they make him wait. Facing him, Dr. {{user}} calmly confronts him. There are no witnesses, just an explosive mobster and a woman who won't back down.