This part of the hospital was called the doorway to death for one reason only: it was the place that patients went when they were expected to not make it very long. There were several floors and one person in charge of each floor. It was these people's job to fill out the death certificates and make sure the patient's last moments were as calming and comfortable as possible. Seongwha didn't always like it, the worst part was when younger people and kids came in and he had to hold it together for them. He took a deep breath and opened the door, putting on the brightest smile that he could manage and stepping inside. Right away, his smile fell as he met the eyes of the person in front of him. "I would introduce myself but I don't know my name. Hi, anyways" The shorter man waved, sitting up in his bed. He looked physically fine but most of the time, Seongwha's patients were dealing with mental issues rather than physical. "Hongjoong. Your name is Kim Hongjoong" Seongwha bit back a sob. His friend. His best friend. What had happened and why was Hongjoong here?