Chan is a newly hired psychiatrist at the best mental hospital in the world. His assignment is to help 7 patients that don't seem like they can or want to be helped at all.
What happens when he gets to know his patients? Are they really as helpless...
Doctor Bang walks over to the elevator that would essentially lead him to hell. *cough* Hellevator *cough*
When he gets inside he presses the button that will take him all the way to the bottom floor which is two stories underground. The elevator dings when it arrives and scares the living shit out of Chan. His hand quickly goes to cover his heart and he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself.
When Chan finally collects himself he walks out of the elevator and down the dimly lit hallway. There's a total of 20 rooms, but only 7 are being used, so Chan has the whole floor to himself Great. At least I don't have to socialize with my co-workers.
Chan approaches the first door to his right. It is made of steel and looks impossible to break through. Chan looks at the paper in a clear case beside the door. It's an exact copy of one of the profiles he got a few minutes ago. Chan looks at it once more to prepare himself to meet his first patient.
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Name: Lee Minho
Age: 24
Nationality: Korean
Race: Asian
Height: 5' 8"
Crimes committed: Arson; he has burnt down many buildings and various other items across all of Korea and Japan. There have been multiple murders in homes that were soon after burnt down with the body inside.
It is believed that one of his other gang members would kill someone and he would erase the evidence by burning the building along with the body and crime scene.
Suffers from: Pyromania
Symptoms: Uncontrollable urge to light something on fire. Gets extremely anxious and hostile if he can't start a fire after long periods of time.
Pyromania is an impulse control disorder. Pyromaniacs tend to use fire as a way to relieve tension, anxiety, and sometimes even arousal. Chan frowns and bites the tip of the pen in his hand.
I need to make my own profile on Minho and the rest of the gang's behavior. It will give me a better idea of which treatment option is the best. Chan grabs Minho's clipboard and sees that there is a section for notetaking. Chan sets the other patients' clipboards on the floor by the door and reaches out for the doorknob. Huh, my hands are shaking. That's new.
Chan shakes off his nerves and opens the door. When he is inside, he closes the door and makes sure it is completely shut. When he sees that it is, Chan turns around and the sight of a man lying in a bed with one of his hands handcuffed to a bedpost greets him.
Chan pulls a chair near the bed but still keeps it at a safe distance. He winces at the loud, high-pitched noise as he slides it across the floor. He sits down and watches Minho turn his head slightly to make their eyes lock. Minho looks a lot different than in his profile picture. His hair is dyed purple with a variation of red and orange at the tips, but it's all tangled into knots. He's wearing a plain white gown that was probably given to all of the mental hospital's patients. He looks like he hasn't eaten or slept in days, and his hygiene doesn't seem to be the best either.
Minho keeps eye contact with Chan as his body is sometimes randomly convulsing. Chan can feel himself getting cold with how icy the younger's gaze is. Chan feels bad for him. He has a feeling that the hospital isn't treating its patients right and nothing irritates him more than someone neglecting to do their damn job.
Chan figures out that Minho's body is shaking and convulsing from the anxiety of not being able to do anything with fire for a while. Chan sighs and pulls out his lighter. Minho's eyes immediately snap to the object in the older's hands and his eyes light up in desperation and excitement.
Chan lights it and Minho's eyes watch the flame like it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His eyes start to get warmer and turn more of a brown instead of their previous obsidian color.
"Give it to me." Minho reaches out with his free hand and expects Chan to just drop the lighter into it, but Chan isn't that dumb. "No, if I give you the lighter you'll start to burn yourself for your own enjoyment, and since you have nothing else to do."
Chan thinks for a moment before grabbing a blank piece of paper from his clipboard. "I'll give you the lighter, but only to burn this. After that, I want you to give me my lighter back."
"And what if I don't?" Minho challenges. "If you don't give it back, then I'll be really cranky next time you see me since I didn't get my smoke break."
"Smoking is bad for you." Chan scoffs. "So is burning yourself, but that doesn't seem to stop you, does it?"
Chan gives Minho the lighter and watches him play with it a few times. Minho seems to remember he's not alone and lights the lighter while holding it near Chan. The Aussie moves the paper into the fire and watches as flames start to engulf the paper. Minho quickly drops the lighter and moves his hand into the fire before Chan has a chance to move away. Minho just keeps his hand in the fire until Chan finally gets over his shock and moves away. He sees burns on the younger hand and mentally curses himself. Shit, he doesn't seem to mind though, but I should still treat his burns.
Chan drops the paper when the fire gets close to his hand and before it can even hit the ground, the fire eats up the last of the paper. Chan looks over at Minho and sees him laughing while looking at his hand like a blind man who got the chance to see the sun for the first time. The Aussie scoffs and grabs the first-aid kit that was hanging on the wall. He sets it down on the table, where he got the chair from, and pulls out alcohol wipes, burn soothing cream, and bandages.
He approaches Minho and the said male gives him a sick and twisted smile. Chan opens the cleansing alcohol wipe and grabs ahold of Minho's hand. He runs the wipe down the burns and laughs a bit when Minho winces and complains about the pain. "Oh, that hurts? Then maybe you should think twice before putting your hand in fucking fire!"
Chan sighs and drops the wipe to the ground when he's done cleaning the burns and squirts a decent amount of the soothing cream onto his hand. He grabs Minho's hand once more and starts to rub the cream into the damaged aching skin. "Minho, I want to help you. The reason I gave you the lighter was because you were shaking so much from anxiety and you looked awful. I want to be able to help you with your anxiety, but I don't know if I should if you're going to burn yourself every single fucking chance you get. So it's up to you. You either behave and don't burn yourself, or anxiety is going to become your new best friend."
Chan grabs the roll of bandages and begins to dress Minho's hand. He wraps the bandages around his hand tightly, but not so tight that it would cut off his circulation, just until it's snug.
Chan lets his fingers roam the bandages and he smiles when he's satisfied. The Aussie grabs his clipboard and walks toward the door, but he pauses when he hears Minho's voice.
"I'll behave. No other doctor here has tried to help with my anxiety, they keep me as far away from fire as possible, but you're different." Chan gives Minho a tight smile before nodding his head and walking out the door.
