‼️TW: Talk of wanting to kill oneself‼️

Rhine heard the soft gasp before he really comprehended who was in Dr. Raveshkov's office. USSR was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk, while Dr. Raveshkov was sitting at the desk, his hands clasped while his forearms rested on the top of said desk.

“Sit,” Dr. Raveshkov said, gesturing to the chair beside USSR's. “We have things to tell you.”

“Okay…” Rhine muttered, hesitantly making his way over. Walking felt weird like it was more of a limp than anything.

He sat down in the open chair, finding out fairly quickly that a hospital bed was much more comfy than these chairs. However, now was not the time to dwell on comfort. Dr. Raveshkov glanced at USSR –once Rhine was seated– who nodded slightly.

“We, mainly I, have some concerns regarding your mental recovery,” Dr. Raveshkov said, leaning on his forearms a bit more. “So far it isn't looking good. If anything, it's getting worse. So, USSR and I have talked about having you be discharged from the hospital.”

The news made Rhine feel a swirl of emotions. The doctors were concerned about his mental health, and yet he was being discharged. Confusion writhed and flailed in his brain, while elated joy at being discharged from the hospital soared in his chest and heavy fear at the doctors being concerned stalagmited and stalactited up and down in his stomach.

“You will still be going to therapy at the same frequency as before you get discharged,” DR. Raveshkov added, “I don't think it would be good to change too many variables in this volatile balance at once.”

Rhine nodded, not trusting the claws of fear gripping at his throat to allow him to speak. He swallowed, hoping to relieve the pressure on his throat. It did little to ease the anxious-like fear.

“There is,” a split-second trail-off, “something else.” USSR's gaze flicked to Dr. Raveshkov and then back to Rhine. There was hesitancy in her amber eye when she glanced towards the doctor, which was squashed down fairly quickly.

“That is..?” Rhine asked, his stomach caving in at how terrified and cracked his voice sounded.

“The fact that you want to kill yourself to see your brother,” USSR said, her shoulders sagging sorrowfully. “It isn’t normal for anyone to want to die. And it is concerning.”

At USSR's words, the elated joy he felt at being discharged from the hospital Rhine felt was shot down by a torrent of barbed spines of horror. But he was my brother! Rhine wanted to yell at the doctor and USSR for thinking that he wasn't mentally stable. Do you even understand how hard it is to live without your brother who kept you sane even when he wasn't himself!? But the terror and horror had an unrelenting grip on his throat. All that he could really get out was a soft “oh”.

“These ideations you have, they aren’t healthy, let alone normal,” Dr. Reaveshkov said, chiming in. “You can’t expect these things to go unnoticed in an envireonment like a hospital.

Dr. Raveshkov is right. Rhine realized. They can just ask the other doctors.

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