Mental //[J.H.S]//

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Y/N's POV

Monday came by at a rapid pace. The two days of the weekend effortlessly flying by in a blur. My eyes squinted around my dim habitat. My eyes were still filled with sleepiness. The tiny slit of sunshine shone through my wine colored curtains. I sat up slowly already dreading the start of my day.

I awoke with a sense of anxiousness, all because of my newest patient, Hoseok. Hoseok was not the first patient I saw during my schedule. He would fall behind the other boys still and I would check in on him after lunch.

I pulled my thick blankets away from my stiff body that radiated sleepiness off of it. My eyes trained on the clock, I wanted to desperately go back to bed even though it was only eight in the morning. I pulled myself together and pushed myself towards the bathroom to take my shower to begin my day.

I started up the shower letting the water become a boiling temperature. I needed the water to burn so I could wake up. I stripped myself of my simple pajamas and let my body relax into the boiling temperatures of the water. I was dressed and ready to begin my shift within twenty minutes.

I checked my appearance for the nth time, trying to convince myself that today would be ok. I took a deep breath and locked my little apartment behind me. I rode in the elevator with my materials. I had all the medical files of my patients and the key cards.

Over the weekend, Mr. Song had the special key card to Hoseok's isolated room delivered. I slipped it into my pocket and went to eat the breakfast that I knew I would need. I was hesitant to eat at first, my nervousness getting to my head.

I had never felt this uneasy about a new patient before, but I was losing my head. My thoughts were scattered all over the place just like my instincts. I wanted to help this man but even though I've never seen him or met him before, my instincts were telling me to escape and save myself.

I ate what I could force myself to keep down before clocking myself in for my shift. Mr. Song caught me right before I left the staff room. "Y/N, how are you holding up, are you fired up to start?" I didn't know if I should lie to him or not. I chose that lying would be better, I was probably just being over dramatic in the first place.

I nodded my head at him, "Of course I'm elated to be able to start working with Hoseok! I really hope I can do something for him." He smiled instantly, "Go get them, tiger." I nodded and he left me on my own. I checked the time to make sure I wasn't running late for Yoongi's session, not like it would have mattered. Yoongi was most likely asleep as always but being punctual was just respectful.

I mounted the elevator and rode it to Yoongi's floor like any other morning. I arrived at his door and knocked before entering. Just as I had suspected, he was dead asleep. It was always hard to keep Yoongi awake. I closed the door behind me and turned on his bedside lamp to talk to him. He didn't stir or even move a muscle. I sighed in desperation and called his name, "Yoongi."

I was ignored. I shook him slightly hoping to at least get some type of reaction out of him but not to much avail. After a few more minutes of attempts and fails he finally stirred. "Thank god, I have been trying to wake you for what seems like forever," I told him. He squinted his eyes at the light as if even the artificial light was deadly.

He sat up in bed. "Good Morning, Yoongi." I smiled. He only nodded in a form of greeting but didn't speak. He wasn't one for useless words or greetings. "How are you feeling?"

"Lonely." I frowned at his answer. He usually answered that he was ok and that he never needed anything. Was his medicine no longer strong enough to keep his depression at bay? I decided to further interrogate him on his feelings of loneliness. The pills should help him not feel any of those negative feelings with that strength.