“So,” Jongdae slowly says, finishing up a chart for one of his patients, “You guys are married.”   “It is a stable and never-changing fact, yes,” Lu Han responds back with a firm nod as he charts on his own patient two desks over.   “Unless we get a divorce,” Yifan adds on with a shrug as he hovers nearby as usual when he has nothing else to do.   Lu Han gives him a stare. “It's amazing how much dumb I’ve put up with you.”   “What?” Yifan questions back, hearing Amber take in a call for a cardiac alert coming by ambulance through the radio, “It’s not like we are. I’m not dumb enough to divorce you.”   Lu Han continues to give him a stare. “Uh huh.”   Jongdae just continues to watch them silently, waiting for that dying patient to come in. He thinks Lu Han’s smart enough to divorce Yifan if push comes to shove.       There are four nurses in the cardiac room with the doctor, all of them doing various preps and procedures to try and keep this woman alive. But Jongdae has never-ending questions.   He’s currently injecting the first dose of medications into the patient while Yifan pushes two different ones into the other arm so the doctor can intubate the patient to help her breathe again. “So,” he starts off again, “You two are married, and if one of you were a girl, you could technically be having babies by now.”   “Get me the 7.5 ET tube, Lu,” Qian orders, easily ignoring the weird conversation going on around her. She’s heard and seen worse.   “Well,” Yifan answers back. “The meds are in,” he quickly says, “Time is 02:36.”   “Got it,” Amber sighs out, sitting on the counter where the medications are located in drawers and cabinets above and beneath her. She looks pretty tired if Jongdae has any say in it. “Intubating at 02:37.”   “Yeah,” Yifan responds back, now trying to help Jongdae get some blood from the lady so they could send it to the lab for analysis, “Anyways, yeah. Technically we could be going crazy and having gorgeous babies right now. But, as the situation stands – ”   “Yifan can’t get pregnant,” Lu Han immediately interrupts, helping the respiratory therapist secure the tube inside the patient’s mouth.   “Exactly,” Yifan answers back, “Here, Jongdae.”   Jongdae’s frowning when he looks up, disappointed with himself because he couldn’t get the blood before Yifan this time. He holds his hand out to retrieve the syringes full of blood. “So are you saying you would be the female between the two of you?”   Yifan snaps his head up at the question. “Wait, what?”   “He would be the female,” Lu Han confirms before the patient starts to crash again. He curses before immediately moving forward to perform chest compressions.   Yifan frowns at this newfound information. “Since when did we decide I was the female?”   “I can relieve you whenever, Han,” Jongdae says as he scrambles to get the necessary medications as Qian quickly yells out what she needs to help her patient survive. There’s a momentary pause as they all work efficiently to bring the patient back to life, inserting the first dose of epinephrine.   “Since I started doing these compressions,” Lu Han finally grunts out, “No way in hell am I the mother.”   “But – ”   “How many times have we discussed to not bring up my physical appearance about this?” A huff of air leaves his lips before he takes a step back. “Jongdae. Relieve me.”   “Push these meds for me then,” Jongdae replies back before going over to continue compressions. “Honestly,” he breathes out, “You’re gorgeous as , Lu Han.”   Lu Han laughs, quickly telling Amber the time he administered the medications again. “Thanks, handsome.”   “Uh, Lu,” Yifan curtly says even as he’s setting up the machine to shock the patient when Dr. Song calls on Jongdae to stop momentarily, all of them watching carefully as the patient’s pulse slowly comes back to the screen a few minutes later.   “You’re pretty cute yourself," Jongdae comments to Yifan back with deep breaths, taking a step back to help stabilize the patient even more and clean all the scraps of paper and plastic around her, “So I can understand you being female.”   “Why the hell would I be female when I’m clearly taller than all of you?”   “Baekhyun is taller than Minseok and he’s the bottom in that future relationship,” Qian suddenly says, intently watching the screen before putting on her stethoscope to check the patient’s heart rate personally, “Clearly, Minseok is the stronger one between those two and he would be a power bottom anyways.”   Jongdae, Lu Han, and Yifan pause in their actions while Amber sighs tiredly and leaves the room