❝ Lay me down ❞

[bagelbites]

{ let the only sound be the overflow }
🌸 dal 🌸 minsu 🌸

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[constantia]

Minsu was given all of the information the police could find on the young man, and all they knew of the situation he'd just been pulled out of. The lunatic and the likelihood that he'll try to track Dal down so he can finish the job as well as what measures they'll be putting in place to prevent that. Of course they outline what's expected of him while he's working with Dal.

While all of that is incredibly important and he listens with the attention it deserves, it's Dal's condition that he's concerned about. And it isn't until he's finished with the police that he finally gets to speak with the doctors. Not that there's much to tell. Physically, he'll heal. Mentally and emotionally, it's hard to say. It's not easy to assess his mental state when it's not speaking to anyone. He doesn't understand, it seems. They're waiting for their interpreter to get there.

Minsu clutches tightly the file he's been given on Dal. All of the information he already has in written form. Something to reference, if need be. A deep breath before he steps into the room and put on a kind expression. "Dal? My name is Minsu. I'm a social worker who's here to help. It's nice to meet you." He says it first in English, and then repeats it in Korean.

[bagelbites]

Dal hears him when he speaks, the English just running over him like water. But the sound of Korean? That gets Dal to blink, to turn his face to look at the person speaking to him. For the first time in the last few hours, something finally feels familiar, like it isn't completely alien and detached from him.

But other than that, Dal doesn't move. He sits on the edge of the hospital bed, hands folded in his lap, legs crossed at the ankle. Generally trying to make himself as compact as possible. If not for the bruising around his throat and a few additional on his arm from flailing in the bathtub, there'd be no indication of why he's in the hospital.

He swallows hard, wincing at such a simple thing (god, but his throat hurts!). Then, in a small voice, in Korean, "Can I go now?"