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TEARS

He's only stressed out; it isn't him that's being faulty again, his doctor says so. They are just a figment of his imagination they say, and he believes it.

Over the past months he drowns himself in medicines and assurance that he's okay. It eventually takes its toll on him, severely fucking up with his mind that the nightmares haunt him even if he's awake.

"I think you should see your doctor again," she says softly, caressing his cheeks. He sighs and simply nods at her, too exhausted to form words. "You'll be okay." He nods again, looking past her shoulder in horror.

Save him.

Save him.

Please save him!