The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

833 🩺 The Strongest Kitten

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Leaning against San's bedhead, legs outstretched before him, Wooyoung felt like he was chained by his ankles to the bottom of a cold ice bath laced with nauseating anxiety, with the water lapping at his stomach. It was the kind of feeling he'd hated for as long as he could remember, but for some reason, now, with his diary and bunny in hand, and dried tears on his cheeks...

It almost felt like the shackles, the iced water, and the raw fear, had become almost comforting...

That wasn't to say that it was still a horrible feeling.

But deliberately feeling those emotions, and forcing himself to think about them...

He was beginning to feel like he was associating the nausea, with the sense of progress. He was analysing his feelings, tracing them back to understand more about why it was he felt the way he did, and while one upon a time he had tried to avoid falling into his anxious bouts at all costs, lately, he was welcoming it...

And today's analysis, stemmed from something he had noticed only accidentally...

He stared at the title he had written at the top of his page.

Why am I not as hyperactive after anxiety attacks anymore?

He'd analysed in great detail what had caused his anxiety spike just that morning, but he suspected finding an answer to his more recent question would require him to go home and scour his brother's textbooks until he found the reason why he had ever gone hyperactive in the first place—something he hoped would explain to him why it had slowed...

'Mhrr—' he heard—a frustrated sounding grunt that had originated from his lap.

He glanced down at where San's head was resting, eyes pointed at a page in Mingi's mental health textbook, finger following the sentences along each line... Until he seemed to revisit the same portion and re-read it...

Over and over again.

'Sannie?'

San blinked up at him immediately, distracted like the flip of a switch. 'Yes Kitten?' 

Feeling a warmth bloom from beneath his anxiety, he sifted his fingers through his soft hair. 'You okay baby?'

Swallowing, San's face filled with the frustration of someone struggling to understand and comprehend something well over his head. 'Yes... I just think I wasn't born to be very academic.'

Giggling, he nibbled on his lip. 'Do you want to ask me?'

A troubled look came across his face. 'B—... A—... Are you okay to talk about it?...'

He smiled, nodding. Despite telling him a thousand times that he didn't need to try and fill his brain with things that were wrong with him, San had persisted, determined to learn, and while he did feel a little disappointed and exposed, having San highlighting his downfalls, he did kind of think it was sweet... Just a little...

He glazed his eyes over the page, and felt his heart tug when he saw Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder printed across the top. Not his finest moments, that was for sure.