Could It Be Psychosis (1)

Chirp chirp. Chirp-chirp-chirp.

The warm midday sunlight slipped through the gap in the ER's automatic doors.

I slouched in the station chair and nudged my co-resident Kim Jihoon, who was staring blankly at the monitor beside me.

“Jihoon.”

“What?”

Kim Jihoon answered without even turning to look.

“There's a Chinese buffet that opened in front of the hospital—want to go sometime?”

At my suggestion, Jihoon's pupils moved ever so slightly.

Hospital food—convenience store lunch boxes—delivery food.

A word that stirred the taste buds of a resident worn down by this endless, miserable triangle...