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It’s been around a month, he can still feel his eyes on him as he chugs his 3rd coffee of the day. Originally he would eat dead patients, he was in charge of moving them when there was an accident so it was relatively easy to get away with. Recently he’s had to consume more coffee as an alternative instead due to a certain someone watching him watching him all the time.
Now obviously he has an apartment and free time when he’s not working- which is every Thursday- so in theory he could just eat outside of work, if he was a dumbass. you don’t exactly find that the food intern eats outside a hospital unless you’re lucky, or unlucky it depends how you see it.
Currently he was cleaning up messes and fixing cameras near the entrance while Secret Agent was watching him from the office, today was a calm day. There weren’t really too many patients plus this time everyone is here but Surgeon cause of his day off, Tuesday.
When someone with a specialized job or is the only one who works in a certain room is scheduled not to be at work, they close that room in which they specialize in. Which means room 8 was locked- much to everyone’s delight since surgery was the most easy thing to mess up on.
Intern had finished up cleaning since it’s a relatively easy and had free time, he could either help nurse, or hang out in the office where the coffee was. Oh yeah Secretary and Secret Agent are there too but who cares. The only thing he cares about is the fact that the next coffee is about to be finished brewing in 18 seconds.
“don’t take the next coffee, my sanity is low” Secrets agents warns as Intern enters, making Intern pause for a moment.
“How’s that my problem?”
“If your just trying to get under my skin that’s a horrible and immoral method”
“Who said I’m trying to get under your skin?”
…
“DING!” the coffee machine beeps as the next coffee is finished brewing.
Secret Agent glances at Intern, he’s right next to the coffee machine but he’s waiting for him. Secret Agent walks over, taking the mug.
Right as he’s about to take a sip Intern snatches the coffee back, making some drops of coffee spill on Secret Agent’s vest. Intern looks back at Secret Agent with impish smile, before downing the whole cup in 8 seconds-which is honestly more surprising than rude considering it didn’t even time to cool down yet- he places the mug down before shrugging.
“Sorry, didn’t hear you” He says with a shrug. It’s not that he hates Secret Agent that bad, but if he thinks he’s gonna get rid his main source of sanity then he obviously is gonna do the same to him.
Secret Agent looks at him in disbelief, out of everyone who ever tried to annoy him, this hit a new nerve. There was an awkward pause between them before he spoke.
“How obnoxious are you?” He asks with barely hidden exasperation. Not a single insult in the world could make him feel more annoyed.
“Wanna find out?” Intern says with a now noticeably raspy voice, probably from downing piping hot coffee. It’s honestly shocking by his lack of a reaction. Maybe he should’ve thought about that a bit, He never really was a thinker though.
They looked at each other for a moment before for the first time since the weeks in had Intern been watched, he left. He’s obviously gonna be back later in the day, he just needs an alternative to get his sanity up. What would his alternative even be? Not everyone has one but if he’s leaving he probably does. But for now he’s probably heading to grab something from a store, maybe thats his alternative. Well either way he shouldn’t think about it too much.
Anyways he’s gonna have to go back to work because knowing how ghetto this hospital is, there’s probably gonna be -
“BLEHH!”
A patient in wing 2 puked.
that.
Right before he leaves he hears Secretary speak, it was probably was a bit awkward seeing two grown men get passive aggressive over coffee.
“Did you really have to do that?” He turns his head slightly towards him with an expression that says ‘really?’
“How about you go work on not letting anomalies that puke green goop on the floor in” Intern responds, leaving the office to clean green goop.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of their bed…” Secretary mumbles.
And back to cleaning up puke and mystery goop it is.
Secretary sighs before going back to his job and dear god it’s Barney again.
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It’s around late afternoon now nearing closing hours in less than a minutes plus Secret Agent is back but he’s been more quiet, and that’s saying a lot.
He stopped trying to drink coffee at this point which by all means is more for intern but he’s been acting almost aloof. He’s actually avoiding interacting with anyone at all, he’s just watching him. He’s completely normal, but out of it at the same time.
Maybe Intern should apologize? He feels a bit guilty. Not really though, but he did apologize with a chocolate bar to Secretary an hour after he said what he said earlier. He didn’t mean to sound that rude he was just irritable from only drinking coffee 24/7. So maybe he should also apologize to Secret Agent, it could help this whole ‘innocent till proven guilty situation anyways.’
He could always apologize to him in his closing shift, he could do that.
As his co-workers began to leave when night approaches; he waves before starting his closing shift, he was the one with the closing shift just about every time, which was just mainly turning off the lights and restocking materials like medicine. Stuff like that.
Secret Agent was leaning against a wall, they were in the first wing and Intern was restocking all the medicine and bandages that were used throughout the day. As he speaks he starts to finishes up restocking all the supplies.
“Sorry for drinking the coffee earlier” he says, his voice clearly straining and sounding broken for obvious reasons.
He doesn’t respond, letting his tail sway side to side slowly. He looks like he’s barely paying attention.
“… Dude are you hiding something?” Intern asks with a clearly skeptical voice, he turns towards him.
He nods no, not speaking a single word.
Intern points to his eye, noticing Secret Agent’s pupils are bigger than normal. What did he do? It has to do with what his alternative was probably, what else would it be? But what did he even do-. Oh.
He holds back a smile, trying not to laugh.
“You’re not fooling nobody I know what you did!” He says with muffled laughter before coughing. He really should’ve had a longer thinking process, that’s not gonna heal for 2 weeks.
He starts to get closer to him, inspecting his face. he hasn’t noticed it till now, but if you look closely there’s a very sight curve on his lips.
Intern mouths the words “I know you used catnip,” with a taunting expression. Honestly he’s not even sure Secret Agent can hear him though, it looks like one word comes in one ear and out the other.
“Need like a nap or something?- hold on wai-“ he gets push down to the floor, he’s sitting down on the floor while his back is against the wall. Secret Agent is resting his head on his lap while he uses one hand to force Intern to pet him until Intern does it by himself. He lets himself purr and nuzzle against him as he does so.
Intern could push him away, but he doesn’t for some reason, embarrassment appears on his face. They aren’t friends so why doesn’t he wanna get up? Just for the moment he could stay here. That was until he realized room eight was still locked and needed to be opened for tomorrow.
He nudges him slightly, then again. He stops petting him, making him look at him. Intern points to room 8, he still doesn’t get off him.
He sighs before pushing him off, even as he’s walking to room 8 with the keys to unlock it Secret agent clings onto him while purring with his tail swaying.
As he replaces medical tools with cleaner ones, he hears someone moving. Someone else is inside the building. Secret Agent is probably too out of it to do anything and he’s probably gonna be walking on thin ice with him tomorrow if he harms anyone so instead of getting ready to fight, he locks the door.
“We’re closed!” He shouts, before coughing once more.
“Please! No other hospital seemed opened! I’ll die if I don’t get surgery!” He shouts desperately, banging on the door. He was noticeably bloodied, it honestly seemed like a miracle that he was able to walk here.
But doing a surgery is one thing, doing a surgery late and with no to experience is another. But unfortunately he might get a strike since he does in fact have a name tag on him which does mean he’s a patient even if he just checked out himself.
He unlocks the door and motions him to lie down, Secret Agent still clinging onto him. Maybe that’s why the patient went to this hospital it’s too ghetto, it’s not like he worsens his already nonexistent odds of surviving by coming here.
The surgery starts without a hitch other then Secret Agent making harder things harder but refusing to move away.
Actually Intern is kinda the reason he got catnip in the fire place, maybe if he just let him have the dam coffee this would happen. Maybe part of this was just karma all along.
Each time he try’s to get another tool he can feel himself being pulled by a certain someone, watching the time tick more and more is not making this any easier. Nor is his tail sometimes moving things, it’s as if he wants this patient to die.
And he now has less than 20 seconds to either save a life or get a strike, he shoves Secret Agent off and frantically grabbing items and trying to save the patient, Secret Agent pulls him back.
He pushes him again and again but Secret Agent doesn’t stop making the surgery nearly impossible. Why? Why would he do that? There’s seriously no way he’d want that!
There’s no way he would kill a patient on purpose that just isn’t him. What is he missing?!
5… 4…
Seriously what can he even do about this!?
3… 2…
He doesn’t wanna become the reason why
The hospital receives the first strike of the month!
The patient’s heart beat stops, yet no strikes. Of course Secret Agent knew it was an anomaly and didn’t tell him. This is why they hate each other. He should’ve inspected the patient closer.
Now he has to clean the mess he made.