Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 46

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Episode 46. Praise Stickers

Click.
Agang slipped into the Supply Room to escape the nurses’ eyes, closing the door urgently behind her.

The Supply Room was silent and still.

A thin beam of hazy sunlight filtered between the window panes.
Dust particles floating in the dim light looked like fine snow.

Agang rolled up the top of her scrubs with trembling hands.
Feeling the dampness spreading along her ribs, she instinctively knew blood was seeping through.

If she’d been wearing a gown, it might have absorbed some of the impact—but she hadn’t anticipated that removing it briefly to avoid the hassle during the burn dressing would come back to haunt her like this.

Agang twisted her head and held her side up to the window glass to see the wound reflected.
Around the fifth and sixth ribs, a small laceration and vivid bruising spread across her skin.

She was checking the depth of the wound, still gripping the hem of her clothes with one hand and raising one foot higher, when—

The Supply Room door swung open.

“You hurt, Agang?”

Her hands froze.
Her heart plummeted in the same instant.

Their eyes met in the transparent reflection of the window glass.
It was Ha Taeheon.

He stood with one hand gripping the doorknob, breathing heavily as if he’d run here in one breath.
Like someone who’d sprinted all the way.

“Senior!”

Flustered, Agang stumbled backward.
She tried to hide the wound, but Taeheon was faster by a step.

His gaze locked onto her exposed back.

“What have you been doing, getting hurt like this?”

Taeheon strode forward and spun Agang around by the shoulder, her awkward posture stiffening.

“I’m losing my mind. Because of you.”

His voice dropped low, filling the narrow Supply Room.

Agang? Agang?
What did he just say?

In that fleeting moment, Agang couldn’t believe the way he’d called her name.

Those three short syllables that tumbled from his lips—so utterly unexpected.
Agang’s face went slack, her lips parting wordlessly.

It felt unfamiliar.
His tone. His manner.

Until yesterday, there had been nothing but a chill radiating from him—and now she couldn’t fathom why this sudden shift.

“Let me look at it.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, really!”

As if her words hadn’t registered, Taeheon reached out and lifted her scrub top.

The sudden touch made Agang flinch.

“Does it hurt much? Let’s go to the Treatment Room.”
“No, please! If people find out I’m injured, it could cause some serious problems—”

Agang’s words trailed off.

“I’ll just do a quick disinfection!”
“Why rush through it? What problems could there be, exactly?”
“There could be… complications.”

It wasn’t just one or two people who would be in hot water if she went to the Treatment Room.

The new nurse who’d unilaterally released the patient’s restraints, and her preceptor.
And the patient who’d lashed out violently due to delirium.

Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Taeheon—who’d been staring at her hesitation—reached up to the high shelf of the Supply Room and gathered the Dressing Tools.

The sharp, unexpected sting made Agang’s shoulders hunch up.

Taeheon paused, then awkwardly stretched his arm behind him, trying repeatedly to pull her clothes back down, while she kept trying to tug them lower. He firmly caught her wrist.

“Clever girl who can’t even protect her own body.”
“That’s not it—”

Patient. Those two words stabbed through her chest like thorns.

So she wasn’t a woman to him at all.
Absurdly, that thought struck her now as fresh.

His hands caressing the wound were so careful.

The kind of discomfort that creates a certain electricity between a man and a woman.

The sudden closeness of their relationship, his voice calling her name softly with worry—
It was as though he’d driven a stake through her heart, cementing her role as merely his junior, leaving her with an emotion she couldn’t name.

She’d wanted so badly to be Ha Taeheon’s junior.
But what was this contradiction, this irony? She couldn’t understand it herself.

“You’re taking it well. Does it sting?”

His voice was soft, the kind he’d use with children.

“Oh… no, it doesn’t hurt.”

It should have stung at this point.

But why was his casual words cutting deeper than the cold disinfectant?

When one grows stronger, the others fade.

Without thinking, Agang felt herself spiraling, and a hollow laugh escaped her.

“Oh, no reason!”

“Senior. You’re thinking of me as your junior now, right?”

At her sudden question, Taeheon’s long fingers stilled as he was peeling open a Bandage.

She wanted to ask him something.

That bond you said you wanted to build with me—was it only the bond between a senior and junior?

He already had a girlfriend as elegant and beautiful as announcer Cha Yuju.

“Thank you for thinking of me as your junior!”

Before he could respond, Agang spoke first.

“Is it really that important?”

Taeheon let out a low laugh.

“Yes…”

It had mattered. Just yesterday, it had mattered so much.

It felt easier to draw the line clearly in advance.

“You know, the kind who comes running when their junior gets hurt, who stands up for them when they’re treated unfairly—that kind of reliable senior.”

My old hospital didn’t have anyone like that.

Her eyelids quivered strangely, but she desperately pulled her lips into a smile.

“Suddenly?”

Taeheon chuckled.

“Hm?”
“I saw the Stickers you always carry in your front pocket. The ones you give to the kids to cheer them up!”

“Could you give me one too?”
“…What?”

As a keepsake.

When else would she ever be his junior?

She wanted to treasure the proof that she’d once been his junior.

“Two?”

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