The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

942 🩺 From One Dr To Another

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Yeosang wondered whether this was what his brother felt while he was sitting at their kitchen table across from Yang Sonsaengnim.

Uneasy... Nauseous... Fidgety...

There was a nervous, gross feeling in the pit of his stomach as he sat on the couch in a therapist's office at his hospital, and it did not seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

He was still in his work scrubs from the day, and he'd been surprised when fairly quickly, the therapist had asked him if they could be frank.

'Does sitting there in your scrubs make you feel more or less like you're actively trying to work through your mental health?'

His jaw had dropped, and he'd wondered whether this was how therapy appointments usually went—obviously when they weren't precursed by smutty book clubs of desensitisation.

He'd felt like he'd been punched in the gut, and staring back at him, he felt the sudden urge to snap back that his choice of attire had nothing to do with anything. He'd just gotten off work! He was sitting on the damn couch, wasn't he? Sue him for staying back after a long day to make an effort.

But then, the reality struck, and he realised, his defensiveness was denial.

He still didn't believe he needed to be sitting there. Not entirely.

And making the easy choice not to get changed and put in an effort to turn up entirely ready, was his way of being blasé... Pretending it didn't matter as much as it did...

'I'm going to be frank with you, Saem,' the middle-aged man had said after only half an hour, putting aside his book and leaning forward on his hair, elbows on his knees. 'We've only just met, but it's already so clear to me that you're suppressing things and making up excuses to keep them hidden. Do you want help?'

He'd been shocked. Was this normal?

'Do you want help, Yeosang?' he said, dropping all pretence and breaking away the dynamic between them. 'Because I can help you, but you've got to want it.'

'I—... I do,' he said softly...

'Then you have to be honest with me.'

He felt slapped...

The last thing he'd expected when he'd stepped into the therapist's office down the corridor from his own Hyung's, was to feel almost berated like a child. He supposed he'd kind of expected something far softer, like Yang Saem was with his brother...

But that was not what he'd gotten, and after another hour of feeling like he was being personally attacked, having shameful secrets dragged out of him like his own guts and laid out before him— Having the reason behind his wish to become a doctor, the truth of his more violent past defending his brother, and the truth behind him and Jongho's relationship failure and blatant breaking of hospital policy while they'd been working together— Even the gut wrenching experience of the first death of the patient he couldn't save was dragged out of him...