After Jaehyun left the cell room Doctor Hanjin had the higher hand as she held the syringe in her hand. She wasn't scared, she knew how to deal with difficult patients, especially those that had their hands locked in the strapped suit jacket. She didn't do dojo classes and med hype training for nothing, she was covered.

Taeyong may have had an advantage of height but he was strapped making his height a clumsy disadvantage.

She explained the formalities to him and awaited for him to comprehend. Even though, Hanjin kept on talking about the formalities and what she required, he was much more like the Taeyong she spoke with in the morning, except he had a deep engraved scowl and refused to look up.

"What do you last remember before waking up?" She poses.

He looks up from his thighs meeting her eyes, looking as angry as ever.

Seeing the look on his face Hanjin draws a conclusion. "I know you don't want to be here, believe me, no one does. I can see it on your fa-"

He rolls his eyes interrupting. "If you know I don't want to be here then why am I here?"

"Because you're unstable." I answer simply stating the obvious of why anyone else would be at a mental asylum.

"I'm not unstable. I've been trying to tell you that." He bursts out being agitated. "I'm not unstable. I'm not. I'm not unstable."

"You're sounding unstable so yes you are and you need help." I speak calmly. "If you don't get help now and I let you out the street like a wild animal, you'll cause more damage out there then any other normal human being."

He shrugs his shoulders facing me angrily. "I don't care. I don't want to be here."

"You don't have a choice." She also shrugs her shoulders responding in the same manner as him, which aggravates him.

"I never had a choice. You didn't give me a choice! You dragged me in here!" He complains in an aloud voice.

"Well, I'm not really sorry about it. Your wife already signed consent forms." I answer nonchalantly.

His eyes turn a deathly shade and he begins hyperventilating. "That witch! She's trying to get rid of me."

"No she's not." I note his behavior mentally towards his wife. "She's worried about you that's why she brought you here to me. I'm trying to help you get into one piece and be more stable-"

"Fuck this rubbish! Why can't you understand! She's lying to you, and-a and I'm not unstable! I just have blackouts! It doesn't mean I'm unstable! Help me!"

She quickly gets on her feet going over to him placing her hands on his shoulders which were fuming and going up and down. She looks at him getting her hands on his face forcing him to only look at her. It takes a while but he gives up trying to get his head away, letting his eyes slide between her dark brown irises and focuses on them. "Taeyong. Stop."

His eyes get moist and the tears begin to shed around. He shuts his eyes tightly hanging his head forward. Hanjin gets flustered by the raw emotions he's feeling. One minute he's shouting the next he's vulnerable. Feeling her heart weighing down on her, her hands go back down to his shoulders comforting him. She could sympathies with her patients but something felt out of place with Taeyong. His shoulders shudder, indicating that he's crying.

"I want to get out." He whispers quietly breathing heavily through his nose. The weight and pain he felt soon disappears and he snaps his head up glaring at the doctor. "I want to get out!"

"You'll go out on one condition." She lets his shoulders go sitting back down. She pulls some strands of hair behind her ear removing her glasses as she clasps her hands together looking at him. "Speak to me. Tell me what's wrong. Why do you have blackouts?"

His eyes squint and heavily he frowns. He gets his back against his hospital bed in thought. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

He groans rolling his eyes. "I mean I do but- this is so annoying!" He complains.

"It's annoying if you see me as a doctor. I'm not talking to you as a doctor, but as-"

He rudely interrupts. "As a friend? That's what they all claim to be. My friend but still they get all my problems wrong every single time."

"I was not going to say friend, you and I aren't friends, you tried to attack me. Do friends attack each other? I don't think so. First of all, I have no friends so why would I befriend you? See me as yourself. Try and explain to yourself the reason for your crazy beha-"

He bolts. "Can't you see!? I'm not crazy!"

"But you are angry." Hanjin states watching his movements become rather edgy. "Why are you so angry?"

"I just told you why!" He yells out.

"The reason nothing is understandable to you is because you continue to express yourself in frustration." She raises her voice a little louder so that he could hear. She was doing a good job. Letting him express his first wild emotion. After anger is sadness, so she just needed to figure out why he was angry and also why he was sad. "Talk normally."

At that, Taeyong bangs his head against the back wall repeatedly to avoid talking about himself with the doctor who was far from friendly. Hanjin looks to the side wanting to roll her eyes. Sometimes this job wasn't easy. Patients- no- grown ass Patients behaved like kids who were uncooperative and stupid.

"Do you think banging your head will get you out of here?" She asks turning her head back to him with another look of scrutinization.

Taeyong stops, he breathes in deeply and stares at the doctor. His under eyes were dark and his lips in a complete thin line. He was both exhausted and angry. "Why can't you just let me go?"

"I answered this before. I can't let you go bec-"

"That's not even what I want to hear! Give me an answer to believe!" He rolls his eyes. "If you tell me that I need help or that I'm crazy one more time then-"

"Because I'm being paid to keep you here, fool." Hanjin stands up grabbing her glasses fixing them on her face looking heartless then ever. She picks up the syringe seeing as it was no use. "I'm paid a lot of money. It could even be much more than your company. The more you're here, the more I get paid. If I let you out, I won't get paid. But then, you won't survive out there because your wife will bring you right back to me when she sees that something is wrong and guess what, oh that's right, I'll get paid. So Lee Taeyong, you choose. It's either you let me do my job so that I can stop extracting money from your own account, or you continue to bang your head as I get paid. Now if you excuse me I'll be heading home to my plushy soft bed and draw on my fuzzy pajamas and drink and eat whatever I want, because I am a free rich woman who continues to get paid because of uncooperative patients like yourself."

She walks to the gate opening it up with the pass key and exits. She walks down the isle hearing the hisses from the other patients but it's Taeyong's screaming that makes her smile. She goes over to the elevator deciding to go a different route than back to her post. Ward E1 which is her normal spot, is always filled with the craziest beings who had no control on their brain what so ever, it's were Taeyong is. But Ward E2 was on the other side of the building and also filled with patients who had no control on their brains but they were at least conscious of their actions.

The familiar halls bring back a memory of the past. Memories that was filled with thrill and zeal when she was happy to be working and helping the patients get better. The halls were brighter and the patients- although depressing, we're very attentive.

She pushes back the memories realising that if she finishes with Taeyong she can come back to this life. Goodness being stuck in Ward E with crazy, unbearable people can do a number on anyone. Sometimes you just needed a break. That's why when she stops at one particular white door and looks through the class window her heart swells. The reason why her memories were so bright and why she wanted to work more was because of him.

Yuta.

He sits on his bed facing the opposite direction from the door looking at the metal bars of his window. She sighs. What went wrong? What did she do that was wrong? She licks her lips clearing her throat before walking away from the door. If given another chance to be with him, she would.

She enters the elevator spotting Jaehyun. "What are you doing here?" He frowns. This wasn't her Ward.

Hanjin fixes her glasses. "Don't you have a patient to attend to? You're hogging the door." She slightly pushes him out the door and the elevator closes behind him.

Jaehyun returns to his normal state using his pass key to enter his patient, Yuta's room. Jaehyun chuckles unemotionally, maybe she was checking on Yuta. Jungmyeon only gave her 3 months to treat Taeyong, if she succeeded then she'd have any case she wanted and she's made it clear that she wants Yuta's case. That means Jaehyun needed to work harder and faster so that it wouldn't happen. But he also had a problem.

"It's 16:00." Jaehyun checks his watch. "You know what that means, it's Self Therapy. Are you ready to talk today?"

He waits patiently for a response knowing already that Yuta would keep the silence going. How would he even finish in three months if his own patient still hasn't said a word. Jaehyun knew that everyone was talking in the hospital about how Hanjin was revoked of her case with Yuta, he also knew that everyone thought that Yuta was now open with him. But the truth is even though Hanjin was revoked of her case, Jaehyun wasn't doing so well with it even though everybody else thought otherwise.

What would make him talk? All Yuta does is sit and stares at the wall or metal bars that blocked the outside world.

Even though it was a problem, Jaehyun wasn't one to give up. In fact he liked that Yuta was challenging. He just didn't like that the fact Yuta stopped talking was because of Hanjin. In order to discuss Yuta's problem they would need to talk about Hanjin first, and that's not something Jaehyun was looking forward to.

Jaehyun sits in silence for the next 5 minutes waiting for Yuta to acknowledge him. Which he eventually does. He looks away from the bars and turns to Jaehyun. At least Yuta listened.

"Good." Jaehyun nods his head. "What would you like to share with me today? "

Already knowing the awkward, painful dawning silence that will follow, Jaehyun exhales silently. Unfortunately for Yuta, Jaehyun was comfortable in awkward silences, it's what made him even more confident in his skills.

Sooner or later, Yuta would have to talk. But it has to be before Taeyong gets out.

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