Elias made his way to the hospital the next day, a neatly packed lunchbox in his hands. He'd been busy in the morning and had asked an intern to deliver the breakfast sandwiches to the other, and he could practically sense a rant incoming.

"So demanding..." he mumbled to himself, a pout on his lips. "Bastard," he cursed for his personal satisfaction.

He was mumbling under his breath, complaining about how this was not in his job description as he made his way to Raphael's room. He raised his hand, knocking on the door to the hospital room, before he heard a familiar voice calling out.

"Come in, angel!"

That made him groan internally. God, does this guy have any shame?! Since Elias knew that bastard was as stubborn as they come, he'd given up on making him call him doctor. It was always some new nickname with that guy—angel, beautiful, or something equally flirtatious! Though, considering the frequency of each one, angel seemed to be the default one. Bastard.

Raphael was propped up against the pillows and was once again, only dressed in the pale blue hospital gown with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked at the doctor, a smug, almost arrogant smile on his face as he saw the bento box in the other's hands. "Ah, you're finally here with the food, angel," he said, making sure to emphasize that stupid nickname again.

"...Don't call me that," Elias mumbled in a half-assed way. Well, it doesn't hurt to try, even though he knew it would just go in the other's right ear and out the left.

Raphael only smirked more, his eyes glittering with mischief as he looked at Elias, clearly enjoying the way the other was reacting. He chuckled at the reply, the sound low and raspy, sending an unwilling shiver up Elias's spine. "You're cute when you're trying to be stern but failing miserably, you know that, angel?" He smiled in a faux innocent way. "What's wrong with calling you that, angel?"

Elias wondered if there was some brain damage in the other's head due to the surgery. Because he sure as hell didn’t remember him being this irritating and idiotic in the past.
"...It's not professional, you bastard," he rolled his eyes. Innocent, his foot. "I have a reputation to uphold."

Raphael smirked, a smug and almost cocky smile on his face as he saw how annoyed the other man was getting. It was so, so easy to rile him up. And the way his cheeks got beautifully pink from embarrassment and irritation didn't hurt either. When he was annoyed... he looked just a little more like the boy from his memories.

"Oh, we're talking about being professional now, are we?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Then why hasn't your reputation stopped you from getting in my lap yesterday, huh, Doctor Kang?" he said in a mock formal way.

The audacity of this bastard- Elias took a deep breath to keep himself from cursing out aloud. He replied in what he hoped was a very calm voice, "You were the one who suddenly pulled me, and I pulled away as soon as I could."

Raphael let out a chuckle at that, making it clear he didn't believe the other. His honey-brown eyes lit up with amusement as he looked at the other man. "Oh, so now you're shifting the blame to me, are you, Doctor?"

He paused for a moment before his face pulled into a smug smirk once again, and he replied in a voice that could only be described as seductive. "Not that I'm complaining. You looked very nice sitting on my lap, *angel*. And, since we're talking about professionalism— Is calling your patient 'bastard' professional? Help, I'm so hurt. First, I suffer a life-threatening condition, and now my doctor is calling me bastard," he said dramatically, wiping imaginary tears in a 'wronged' way.

"You- Ugh." Elias sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. He just couldn’t win against this man. He dropped the lunch in the other's lap. "Just eat quickly, I have places to be."