The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

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'There you go, mom,' Jae said, sitting next to his mother on her bed. 'A pretty flower for your hair while you sleep,' he said, tucking the flower hair clip into her hair. 'It's time for your afternoon nap, okay?'

'B-b-but... N-no w-wanna, sleep,' she stuttered, clearly very distressed over the idea. Not that it was the first, or even hundredth time she'd been against it.

She needed it though, and although he knew she'd fall asleep almost instantly the moment he walked out the door, taken out by her brain's pure exhaustion, like always, he couldn't quite bring himself to tuck her into bed so she couldn't get out and leave her there alone. She was still his mom.

'O-o-o-op-pa,' she complained, tugging his sleeve. 'L'let's, d-d-d-dan-ce.'

He closed his eyes, wondering why suddenly, out of everything, this was what was making tears threaten to well up. It'd been a hot second since he'd cried last. Maybe it was time to have a revisit.

'We'll dance in your dreams, mom,' he said, forcing a smile and trying to focus on meaning it. 'You'll look so pretty with your flower pin.'

She grinned, mind so far away from reality, and managing to get her to lay down, he tucked her in. 'Sweet dreams, mom,' he said, brushing back her frail hair.

She smiled, so happy, however already, she was disassociating, and drifting off to sleep—her brain literally shutting down before him.

Sucking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and slowly let his lungs empty fully. Yes. Definitely time to cry.

Getting up, he walked out of his mom's room, leaving the door open to check on her, and collapsed down into a chair at the table where his phone was laying. Scrolling through his notifications, past all the bullshit he couldn't have cared less about, he halted over a message from Sangwoo, toying with the idea of texting him. Drinks would be good.

But then again, he didn't really feel like masking, and although he was close with him, he didn't really feel like they had the "close enough to share a moping, crying session at 3pm on a weekday" kind of friendship.

He could call Luna. That girl was a fucking wizard for sure. There was a message from her privately, just a little beaming smiley face ☺️ and a simple, x. He'd barely ever opened up with her entirely the way he'd wanted to so many times, simply because he'd never wanted to be that asshole that burdened the people around them that seemed like open people to go to. He knew she gave a fuck, and he knew she understood how hard some days could be whist living outside of paradise.

Ever since that one lunch in high school they'd been sitting behind the water tanks eating hash browns... The one where he'd filled—what in hindsight he'd realised was probably a "knowing" silence—with the words, "your text last night stopped me from doing something I probably would have regretted, but it would have been too late..."