expectations
Title: expectations
Pairing: seuki
Rating: G
Word count: 776w
Summary: What’s the answer that they’re waiting for?
Warning: un-beta, fail (maybe)
Note: My friend made it. I just translate it. Hope you like it!
“So how’s it, sir? Do you understand what I mean?”
A young man who sits across him is giving friendly smile. Young. Changmin knows it. His manner still good when he’s still young like this. But, Changmin can predict the young doctor’s attitude for the next couple years. He begins to arrogant, or maybe he won't do an eye contact again just like today.
To tell the truth, Changmin doesn’t like this profession. He dares to make this speculation because he has met too many doctors who take care of his partner’s sickness. He begins to think that maybe he can be a doctor too because he memorize Yoochun’s sickness perfectly. Asthma, fall from motorcycle, his finger cuts by knife… but today his sickness is quite extraordinary. The doctor in front of him asks his permission for medical action to Yoochun. He says that Yoochun’s kidneys don’t work well. Maybe in doctor’s vocabulary, it’s called malfunction. While waiting for transplantation, Yoochun must do a dialysis regularly because it needs time to wait for donor. After transplantation, the doctor also says that Yoochun must drink medicine for the rest of his life. Actually, the young doctor talks quite much to him. Correction. Too much. Changmin doesn’t hear the rest.
“So, both of Yoochun’s kidneys are in malfunction state?” asks Changmin while yawning.
“One kidney still acute. But we can still maintain it. The other one, to tell you the truth, is chronic, sir. So, my suggestion is do dialysis immediately so it can’t disturb another organ’s work,” the doctor tells him lengthy.
Changmin exhales his breath slowly. Damn, Yoochun. What did he eat all this time? He just still 27 years old and at that age he needs another person’s organ to keep him alive.
“How about my kidney? Can we use it?” Changmin asks.
“Sorry, sir. It can’t. Your blood type isn’t match with patient. We have to wait for donor who has the same blood type with the patient, blood type O for sure, and we can do it.”
“His name is not patient. It’s Yoochun.”
Patient? Yoochun has a name…
“Yes, Park Yoochun’s blood type, I mean.”
Changmin snorts. Damn his blood-type B. Why Yoochun has an O?
“So… how is it, sir? You can make a discussion with patient-I mean Park Yoochun-sshi,” the doctor corrects his words when he receive Changmin’s death glare. “But I suggest you to make decision as soon as possible before his condition is getting worse.”
The doctor’s expression looks so tense when he sees Changmin’s antagonist face. His face even makes Yoochun finally obey to drink his medicine regularly after Changmin scolded him for his laziness. Changmin knows that he’s younger than Yoochun and it makes him upset. He begins to think and close his eyes.
Yoochun is still unfinished with examination or sampling or whatever it is, with nurse at the next room. Suddenly, he misses Yoochun so much. He wants to take him home, begging him to live healthier so they don’t have to come to hospital anymore. Changmin is so tired to see Yoochun drinks many pills with boring bitterness. Tired to see Yoochun’s arm injected with IV. Tired to hear him groaning in pain at every midnight. Tired for lying to every doctor about his status with Yoochun who’s called as ‘patient’. Does Yoochun tired with all of this?
“Yes, I agree,” Changmin finally answers. The doctor gives him wide smile.
“Okay. But before it, we have to fill letter approval for surgery, sir. It doesn’t take a long time,” the doctor opens his drawer and pull out some files.
“So, your name, sir?”
“Shim Changmin.”
“Shim Changmin,” the doctor repeats and fills the blanks.
“Your relation with the patient?”
Changmin sighs. He has to, anyway.
“I’m his partner.”
The doctor titles his head, staring at him with frowns. Changmin really hates that kind of expression. What’s wrong with this people?
What’s the answer that they’re waiting for?
Brother?
Cousin?
Co-workers?
Neighbors?
Someone who just pass his house?
Changmin has already told those answers except final answer to satisfy them. Oh, there’s one more thing that makes him tired. He’s tired to see Yoochun hides his disappointments with their ‘fact’ if they want to live normally in their country. They have to hide behind their own lies for people’s comfort. Fuck.
Yoochun is more priceless than them. No… his Yoochun.
“Partner? What’s that mean, sir?”
“Husband. Wife. Sort of. Just write ‘wife’ in that column, although he doesn’t like ‘wife’ status in our relationship.”
The doctor surprised. Changmin turn his head to the door.
There’s Yoochun standing there with teary eyes.
Finally, he’s not sick anymore.
Pairing: seuki
Rating: G
Word count: 776w
Summary: What’s the answer that they’re waiting for?
Warning: un-beta, fail (maybe)
Note: My friend made it. I just translate it. Hope you like it!
“So how’s it, sir? Do you understand what I mean?”
A young man who sits across him is giving friendly smile. Young. Changmin knows it. His manner still good when he’s still young like this. But, Changmin can predict the young doctor’s attitude for the next couple years. He begins to arrogant, or maybe he won't do an eye contact again just like today.
To tell the truth, Changmin doesn’t like this profession. He dares to make this speculation because he has met too many doctors who take care of his partner’s sickness. He begins to think that maybe he can be a doctor too because he memorize Yoochun’s sickness perfectly. Asthma, fall from motorcycle, his finger cuts by knife… but today his sickness is quite extraordinary. The doctor in front of him asks his permission for medical action to Yoochun. He says that Yoochun’s kidneys don’t work well. Maybe in doctor’s vocabulary, it’s called malfunction. While waiting for transplantation, Yoochun must do a dialysis regularly because it needs time to wait for donor. After transplantation, the doctor also says that Yoochun must drink medicine for the rest of his life. Actually, the young doctor talks quite much to him. Correction. Too much. Changmin doesn’t hear the rest.
“So, both of Yoochun’s kidneys are in malfunction state?” asks Changmin while yawning.
“One kidney still acute. But we can still maintain it. The other one, to tell you the truth, is chronic, sir. So, my suggestion is do dialysis immediately so it can’t disturb another organ’s work,” the doctor tells him lengthy.
Changmin exhales his breath slowly. Damn, Yoochun. What did he eat all this time? He just still 27 years old and at that age he needs another person’s organ to keep him alive.
“How about my kidney? Can we use it?” Changmin asks.
“Sorry, sir. It can’t. Your blood type isn’t match with patient. We have to wait for donor who has the same blood type with the patient, blood type O for sure, and we can do it.”
“His name is not patient. It’s Yoochun.”
Patient? Yoochun has a name…
“Yes, Park Yoochun’s blood type, I mean.”
Changmin snorts. Damn his blood-type B. Why Yoochun has an O?
“So… how is it, sir? You can make a discussion with patient-I mean Park Yoochun-sshi,” the doctor corrects his words when he receive Changmin’s death glare. “But I suggest you to make decision as soon as possible before his condition is getting worse.”
The doctor’s expression looks so tense when he sees Changmin’s antagonist face. His face even makes Yoochun finally obey to drink his medicine regularly after Changmin scolded him for his laziness. Changmin knows that he’s younger than Yoochun and it makes him upset. He begins to think and close his eyes.
Yoochun is still unfinished with examination or sampling or whatever it is, with nurse at the next room. Suddenly, he misses Yoochun so much. He wants to take him home, begging him to live healthier so they don’t have to come to hospital anymore. Changmin is so tired to see Yoochun drinks many pills with boring bitterness. Tired to see Yoochun’s arm injected with IV. Tired to hear him groaning in pain at every midnight. Tired for lying to every doctor about his status with Yoochun who’s called as ‘patient’. Does Yoochun tired with all of this?
“Yes, I agree,” Changmin finally answers. The doctor gives him wide smile.
“Okay. But before it, we have to fill letter approval for surgery, sir. It doesn’t take a long time,” the doctor opens his drawer and pull out some files.
“So, your name, sir?”
“Shim Changmin.”
“Shim Changmin,” the doctor repeats and fills the blanks.
“Your relation with the patient?”
Changmin sighs. He has to, anyway.
“I’m his partner.”
The doctor titles his head, staring at him with frowns. Changmin really hates that kind of expression. What’s wrong with this people?
What’s the answer that they’re waiting for?
Brother?
Cousin?
Co-workers?
Neighbors?
Someone who just pass his house?
Changmin has already told those answers except final answer to satisfy them. Oh, there’s one more thing that makes him tired. He’s tired to see Yoochun hides his disappointments with their ‘fact’ if they want to live normally in their country. They have to hide behind their own lies for people’s comfort. Fuck.
Yoochun is more priceless than them. No… his Yoochun.
“Partner? What’s that mean, sir?”
“Husband. Wife. Sort of. Just write ‘wife’ in that column, although he doesn’t like ‘wife’ status in our relationship.”
The doctor surprised. Changmin turn his head to the door.
There’s Yoochun standing there with teary eyes.
Finally, he’s not sick anymore.