CHAPTER: 014 How Are You Feeling?!
CHAPTER: 014 How Are You Feeling?!
The photo that got posted on the Moon Drawing app.
Tens of thousands of likes on it.
He was shocked from the morning.
“Looks like some passerby took it,” Nurse Son Miso said.
Yoonseul gave an awkward smile and said,
“…Do ‘likes’ normally get this many?”
At his question, Son Miso smiled.
“Not usually. The person who posted it has a lot of followers…? Uh, actually, not that many. I guess your photo just looked cool, Doctor.”
That made his head feel a little dizzy.
“Can I ask them to delete it?”
“…You can DM them and ask.”
“I see. Thanks for telling me, Nurse Son.”
With a calm smile, Son Miso headed to the injection room.
Yoonseul also went into his exam room, changed into his gown, and turned on the computer.
‘Today too… fighting!’
•
Lunch break.
After finishing all the morning patients, Yoonseul cleaned up the exam room, took off his gown, and was putting on his coat.
Knock knock—
“Yes—.”
Click—
When he saw who opened the door and came in, Yoonseul smiled.
“Senior—.”
It was Lee Seulchan, the director of the family medicine clinic.
He was in casual clothes, here to eat lunch together.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
“Ah— I should.”
Yoonseul stood up and was about to head for the door.
Auuuaaah—
A baby’s voice came from his phone.
“What… is that sound?”
At Director Lee’s question, Yoonseul pulled the phone out of his pocket—
and his eyes widened.
The screen was showing the living room at home.
Director Lee, who was watching beside him, also looked shocked.
“This is… your place, right?”
“Yes…”
“And in the living room, that person collapsed…”
“The babysitter who watches my siblings. I’m going home for a bit.”
“Huh? O-okay. Yeah.”
Yoonseul drove straight home.
The hill up to the house—
he didn’t think he could make it directly, so he took a detour and got within 50 meters of his place.
Bang—
He slammed the driver’s door shut and ran.
“Ah— when I woke up, my neck was a little stiff, but other than that, I’m fine.”
He’d brushed off what Han Mira said that morning.
When Yoonseul opened the gate and entered—
Teacher Han Mira was collapsed in the living room.
Auuuaa—
Uwaaang—
Thankfully, the babies weren’t crying.
“Garam, Dasomi.”
Auuah—.
Uuoeo—
When he called them, the two babies babbled as if they were explaining something.
“Doctor Yoon.”
Yoonseul’s eyes went wide like an owl when he saw who walked in through the gate.
“Senior— how are you…?”
“Patient first.”
Yoonseul laid Han Mira flat and checked her consciousness first.
“Teacher Han—! Han Mira? Wake up.”
After checking responsiveness, he checked breathing.
It was shallow, but she was breathing.
“Doctor Yoon. Here.”
What Lee Seulchan handed him was a stethoscope.
Her heart sounds were a bit weak, but beating fast.
Lee Seulchan used a non-contact thermometer on Han Mira’s forehead.
“38.9°C. I’m calling 119.”
“Yes.”
After calling an ambulance, Lee Seulchan spotted the two babies watching everything with clear, wide eyes.
“So these are them?”
Seeing him meet the babies’ gaze, Yoonseul answered with a small smile.
“Huh? Yes.”
“They’re pretty. Both of them.”
Watching Lee Seulchan smile at the babies, Yoonseul asked, puzzled,
“Director… but how did you get here…?”
“I didn’t think you could handle it alone, so I followed. But that hill up to your house is no joke.”
Yoonseul bent at the waist.
If he’d been alone, he wouldn’t have handled it quickly.
“…Thank you, Senior.”
“It’s fine. But… you said she’s your babysitter?”
As Lee Seulchan looked at Han Mira lying there unconscious, he asked.
Yoonseul looked down at her with a regretful expression.
“Yes. She said she was fine when I left for work this morning, so I trusted it… I didn’t think it’d turn into this. She’s responsible, takes good care of herself… but…”
“What, you think people get sick because they want to? She couldn’t help it. Ah— the ambulance is here. I’ll hand her off and go back to the clinic. You bring the kids and come. Our clinic has a playroom for vaccination babies—they can stay there.”
As Yoonseul was about to reply, the paramedics came in.
Lee Seulchan explained her condition, then left with them as they carried Han Mira out.
Hoo—
He’d run home in a panic, but—
if his senior hadn’t come, he would’ve just stood there helpless.
Tap tap—
Something touched his thigh.
He turned and saw Garam looking up at him.
Au-bba?
“Are you asking if hyung is okay, Garam?”
Au—
“Hyung is okay. I was startled, but… you two must’ve been more startled…”
Something felt off.
This situation… it felt awkward.
Babies cry when things suddenly change.
But…
Han Mira collapsed, and they didn’t cry.
And the phone turning on in the clinic—
showing the home cam feed of the living room.
When he remembered that, Yoonseul tilted his head.
‘How…?’
He stared at the babies.
Their expressions were calm.
‘Did they operate the home cam and call me?’
Could that even be possible?
No.
He glanced aside.
The home cam was on top of the living room cabinet.
You had to press a button to call.
With their tiny height, the babies couldn’t reach the cabinet.
And obviously—
Han Mira could, but…
Au—
Uwaaang—
The two babies were tapping the living room floor and babbling.
‘This is weird…’
The thought hit him that Garam and Dasomi’s behavior was strange.
Awoong— (He’s suspicious.)
Hui— (Yeah.)
Garam and Dasomi crawled around and met behind the sofa.
Haang— (He keeps staring.)
At Garam’s babble, Dasomi glanced at Yoonseul and babbled too.
Iuwaa uu— (Makes sense. If he finds out you flew with Fly magic, won’t he pass out?)
Garam flailed his short arms as he sat and kept sneaking looks at Yoonseul.
Auyang? (Did we get caught…? Should I use magic?)
Haang? Uaa (Are you insane? Why would you use that? Did someone die?)
At Dasomi’s restraint, Garam crawled over toward Yoonseul.
Thak—
He placed a small hand on Yoonseul’s thigh, put strength into it, and stood up.
“Huh? G-Garam. Just sit. Hyung’s okay.”
Inside, Garam shouted, Nice.
The effect of standing up while holding onto Yoonseul was great.
The suspicion in Yoonseul’s eyes disappeared, replaced by pure affection.
“Ah— did you two already eat?”
Kka—
U—
The two babies answered strongly.
Yoonseul’s suspicion turned into certainty.
‘Garam and Dasomi… they clearly understand what I’m saying.’
Still shocked, he went to the kitchen—
and the bowls from their baby food were already washed and draining.
‘They ate. So that answer really meant they’d eaten.’
He glanced at the two babbling babies, then went into the room and grabbed their clothes.
“Garam, Dasomi. We’re going out.”
Huh?
Uh?
He saw their eyes shift slightly.
Like they were annoyed.
Lazy eyes.
“You two… are you annoyed? Hyung has to go back to the clinic. I’m bringing you. So get dressed.”
After checking Dasomi’s diaper, he dressed her quickly and skillfully.
He checked Garam’s diaper too, dressed him,
then strapped both babies to his front and back,
locked up, and left the house.
At the car, he buckled them into the car seats and drove back to the clinic.
Uaa— (We’re going to the clinic?)
Oaa— (Probably. Mira collapsed, so of course hyung’s worried about us.)
In the rearview mirror, Yoonseul saw them facing each other and babbling—
it looked exactly like a conversation.
‘I’ll need to run a few tests tonight.’
When he brought them into the clinic, he saw nurses returning from lunch, holding takeout drinks.
“Dr. Yoon— did you eat— huh? Babies?”
The nurses crowded around him in surprise.
“Oh my— so pretty.”
“Aww— who do they take after? They’re so cute. And so calm.”
“Doctor, did you eat?”
“You brought the babies with you?”
Under the barrage of questions, Yoonseul only smiled.
After lunch break ended, Garam and Dasomi stayed in the clinic’s playroom where vaccination babies waited.
A nurse was always stationed there in case of accidents, so Yoonseul could finally relax.
After the chaotic lunch break, while he was seeing afternoon patients, there was a short lull with no one waiting.
Yoonseul used that moment to step into the director’s office.
Knock knock—
—Yes.
He opened the door and went in.
Director Lee was tossing something into the trash.
“Oh— you’re back?”
There was seaweed stuck to the corner of Lee Seulchan’s mouth.
As he wiped it off with a wet tissue, he said,
“You ate a triangle kimbap?”
“Huh? Yeah. After admitting Han Mira, I told a junior to contact me if anything happens, and bought one on the way back. Want one?”
“If you give it to me, I’ll eat it.”
Whoosh— thud—
Catching the triangle kimbap Lee tossed, Yoonseul bowed.
“Thank you for today.”
“What— between us. If you’re grateful, buy me a drink sometime.”
“Yes. I will.”
“Anyway… your babysitter got admitted. What about the kids…?”
Lee Seulchan asked, and Yoonseul said what he’d been thinking through all his patients.
“Director… it’s… Can I bring them to work and commute with them for a while?”
“It’s fine— it’s fine. It’s not like I don’t know your situation. Bring them in.”
“Thank you, Director— no, Senior!”
“Then you know you have to work harder, right? And buy me drinks.”
“Yes! I understand, Senior.”
Yoonseul felt like a weight in his chest had eased a little.
That evening, he’d intended to work later than usual, but at Lee Seulchan’s insistence, he took the babies and went home.
Once home, Garam and Dasomi fell asleep immediately, exhausted.
Yoonseul took the chance, left the house quickly, and headed to Korea University Hospital where Han Mira was admitted.
Knock knock—
After knocking, he entered the room.
In the two-person room, one bed was occupied.
Maybe it was the sound of someone entering—
Han Mira lifted her head and spoke.
“Dr. Yoon… I’m sorry.”
She tried to sit up with a truly apologetic expression.
“Stay lying down. And what do you have to be sorry for? You don’t get sick because you want to. How are you feeling?”
At Yoonseul’s words, her expression gradually steadied.
“As you can see, with the IV… I feel a bit better.”
“That’s a relief. Once you’re fully better, you have to come back and watch Garam and Dasomi again.”
Han Mira was startled.
“Huh? I’m not getting fired?”
“Huh? No. Why would I tell someone as capable as you to quit? Getting sick is out of your control.”
At that one sentence, memories of the things she’d suffered as a babysitter flashed through her mind.
“…Thank you.”
After she said it, something hot welled up in her chest.
“Rest well.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Yoonseul gave a brief goodbye and left the room.
Watching him go, Han Mira clutched the blanket tight and pulled it over her head.
Sob—