~Park min~
I slammed my palms against the glass so hard the whole panel shook, and I didn't give a single fuck if I cracked it. Yu Jin was in there, arched off the bed like someone had jammed a live wire straight into his spine, veins bulging in his neck, mouth open in this silent scream that turned into a choked gasp every time he tried to pull in air. The doctors; four of them in full hazmat-looking gear were swarming him, jabbing needles, swapping out IV bags, shouting numbers at each other like it was a goddamn auction.
"Pressure dropping….. push another ten of the midazolam!"
"He's burning through it, switch to the propofol drip, now!"
"Pheromone levels off the charts, we're cycling out in thirty seconds…"
One of them staggered back, ripped off his mask, and puked right there on the floor. Another grabbed his arm and dragged him out while a fresh one rushed in. They were rotating like relay runners because nobody could stay in that room longer than a minute without folding.
