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THE CRAZY LEADING THE BLIND -PART ONE -blindness -mention of suicide -happy ending
Taehyung stares at the blank walls, his back pressed against the cold bed. He's looked at the ceiling so long it feels as though the white paint is swirling in on itself. He tracks the consistent beeping of the monitor next to him, can feel the clamp pinching his finger.
"Taehyung."
Taehyung recognizes the deep voice, he groans as an answer and the doctor that walks in sighs. "Where gonna come back and check on you in about 2 hour."
"This is bullshit." Taehyung says lowly, he turns his head to the side looking at his doctor. "I'm not gonna kill myself, why do I have to be on watch."
"It's just a precaution."
"I've been here a month." Taehyung frowns, he sits up now dark hair falling over his brows.
"I don't have anymore time to speak." The doctor says matter of a factly. "I'll be back in 2 hours." He turns swiftly on his heels and leave, keeping the door ajar.
Taehyung tsk and sits up, he pulls the clamp from his finger throwing it to the side, it lets out a long beeping noise and he turns quickly to unplug the machine. When he gets out of the bed, he shivers from the cold feeling on the floor against his feet. His blue hospital pants fall down the his ankle and he brushes out the matching top. He has a white long sleeve under his shirt, because he gets cold easily. He drags his feet on the floor as he grabs his slippers sliding them on.
Two month ago taehyung had attempted to take his own life. Opting for an easy way out of the cruel world he had been forced into, his parents had quickly took him to the hospital, hoping that whatever medication they had would fix him. But medicine couldn't cure a corrupted mind . It wasn't until he tried again 2 week later did they decide he needed to be put in a fucking program for the impaired. Which he would gladly say he was not impaired, but apperntly they offered grade A therapy.
The doctor had told him about the therapist, how she was blonde and was nicknamed Moon pie but her name was actually Dr Kim moon-young. All of which was said to break a smile out of Taehyung, but to the doctors dismay had no affect on him. He runs his hands through his hair shaking the strands around hoping they would fall somewhere along his head to at least look a bit presentable.
He'd rather roam the halls like a nomad than to bed rot, in a white room that smelt of gloves and hand sanitizer. Taehyung had turned 18 during the program and he wasn't even visited by his parents, at least they had a cake delivered to him, guess that was their way of saying 'sorry my fucked up son for putting you in a ward to help you get better'.
