Hanjin's pov

"I'M NOT CRAZY! HE IS!"

I take a look at his aggressive posture as he clings to his clothes hammering his fists knocking hard against his head.

"Who is this he?" I pose calmly reading his mood swings.

In an instance, he goes quiet from his hasty breathing and stares at me. He jolts back from his seat running to the door, gripping the door handles preying strongly on them to open up but it's locked shut.

"LET ME OUT!"

"Unfortunately Lee Taeyong, that is something I can't do. Not today at least." I get up from my seat defining my posture before pressing the little red buzzer that was around my wrist. The door opens up with two large muscular men engulfing, a now mad Taeyong who roars with all his might and pushes with his force, trying to get out of the tough grip of the buff guards.

I near the dramatized man with a syringe of purple goop and stick the slender needle deeply by the section between his neck and shoulder.

"Taka him to The 2nd floor, Ward E, room 3." I give the instructions to the two men as they place the limping and quietened Taeyong on a wheelchair taking him away.

I exit the room of walls walking down the pure white isle getting closer to a woman with long curly hair that has been ruffled over and over for the past 2 hours. Her eye bags seem to have gotten darker for every appointment she's made for her lover.

"Mrs Lee." I startle her young fragile state. Neither the less, she's up front agitated and anxious to hear the news about her husband. What a pity that such a young, youthful face like hers is bound and tied down to a madman like her husband. Which makes me wonder, was he always like this before marriage or is this something he's developed during the recent years. She's got so much life, but still she's haunched over, wide eyed, scared to bear the news of her husband.

"Yes Doctor Hanjin?" She bites the bottom of her lip running her hands through her mess of a hair. "What do you say? I've been thinking about what you said- about the treatment and I think it's a good idea. I know the cost is a bit much but we can figure something out. Sorry, I've rambled on. What is the news? What do you say?"

I've been told that I bear the face of bad news, that no matter the excitement level if one would see my face they'd instantly fear for the worst, something dull. So that's why, as expected when I push my black framed glasses above my nose, she tenses up and freezes keeping her eyes on me. "Mrs Lee. Can I call you Tzyua instead? That is your name right?"

She rapidly nods, now on full alert.

"Tzyua, your husband's med bipolar disorder has shifted into a red zone. I can no longer let him out of this facility. He's unstable to say the least and switches personalities within a second. He's not safe and I wouldn't want to recommend him being out there with you. When last did he take his medication?" I relish and pose all at once.

Baffled and overwhelmed by emotion, she's still and takes in all that I've said. Her lips tremble and she shakes her head. "You can't do that. You can't take him away-"

"I can actually. You signed the consent form for all measures and procedures of his medical condition." I interrupt. "When last did he take his medication?"

"A...a month ago." She looks down swallowing her words. "He said whenever he took them he'd feel emotionless."

"That's why." I speak out for her to hear. Her husband wouldn't be in this mess if he'd only complied. "What were his symptoms this morning before you got here?"

Her mouth mumbles but no words come out before she sighs and closes her eyes sitting down. "Please, just let him go. I'll get him back on the medication-"

"He's no longer safe out there, or around you for that matter-"

"He'd never hurt me," she bursts up on her feet. "He was fine this morning! I don't know what you're even talking about!"

I refrain from rolling my eyes simply turning my back on her. "Visitations are allowed on Saturday and Sundays, from 3pm to 6pm."

"Okay I'm sorry! Please doctor! Please!" She runs after me clutching onto my coat. "I can't- I can't lose him again. Please." She cries and wipe away her fingers from my coat. "You said we should trust you. I trust you,"

I sigh looking back into her teary eyes. "If you trust me then I need you to know that I've never ever failed a patient of mine. I will bring back your Lee Taeyong, only if he follows through. It's all up to him now, it's time for him to trust me."

"So he's really staying here?" She shrugs her shoulders, another round of tears filling her eyes. "Can I at least...see him?"

I rub her shoulder a little bit. "Saturday or Sunday, anytime from 3pm to 6pm."

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Lee Taeyong Pov

"We'll be able to handle this, I promise," I kiss her hand as she tries not to cry. "Don't give up on me please,"

"Never. I'll never ever give up on you," Tzyua, my wife whispers kissing my fingers that are tightly wrapped around her hands. "Come back to me,"

"I promise. I'll come back to you Tzyua,"

I'll come back to you...

My eyes open wide glancing around my surrounding. The ceiling is white and the room is a grey white shade. I sit up already knowing where I am, the only thing I don't understand is why I'm dressed in all white and why I've slept on the hard mattress or why my hands feel trapped by the giant white closed jacket. It's happened again. That psycho in me has come out again.

"Hello?" I call out balancing myself on my legs making my way to the gate like doors, making me feel more imprisoned. I make it to the gate only hearing shouts and voices all throughout the cells that are beside me and perhaps even down the hall. This is bad. Why am I here? "No. I'm not supposed to be here! I'm not supposed to be here! You've got the wrong one!"

I try yelling out hoping to be heard amongst the others who are also screaming their voices out. These guys are crazier then me! I shouldn't be here at all. Before I can screen again, a girl...woman opposite from my cell holds her gates looking longingly into my eyes. She begins crying and smiling at the same time dropping to her knees. No! I'm definitely surrounded by more crazy people then myself.

"Please! Help me! I shouldn't be here! I should be with my wife Tzyua! Please! Doctor! Doctor! You've got the wrong guy! No!"

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