Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

5- Session Two

Yoongi's POV

Hoseok drove us to work today, since it was his turn. We usually switch off everyday, but sometimes we make exceptions. Like when one of us is just too tired than the other, we offer to drive instead.

"I heard your patient died," he said, starting a conversation. "I was gonna ask you about it yesterday, but you went straight to bed before I could even say goodnight," he explained, keeping his eyes on the road for he was a good driver like that.

"Uh...yeah. Has it ever happened to you before?"

"Six times." He nodded his head and sighed. "Only two were suicides though. The other four were either murdered by another aggressive patient or they just accidentally swallowed something causing them to choke to death. I think my patient death rate is higher than yours because I get the nut cases. Literally. I get the cases of patients that are beyond nuts."

"It's just- I don't know if I should be sad or not. I've treated this patient for a long time and I really thought they were getting better. But I was wrong."

"I cried for all of my patients," he admitted. "It's hard to lose a patient you've invested your time and effort into treating. And you get to know them as a person. I know how you are, Yoongi. You're upset about it, but you don't know how to let yourself understand that, which is making you confused about how you should feel."

"Damn, you are a good doctor," I complimented, earning a small laugh from him.

"I think anyone who's known you for years could figure it out. Doctor or not."

I leaned my head back on the headrest of the seat, staring out the window. The trees and buildings blurred past us, and it made me realize how you can never see everything clearly. I thought my patient was doing fine, but apparently he wasn't. And I didn't catch that. He must've wanted to get out so bad he put on a mask. Why do people do that? Pretend that everything is fine when it isn't? And maybe it was taking too long for him to hear 'you can go home' that he decided to get out a different way.

I felt stinging behind my eyes, and eventually tears began to form. My nose quickly got stuffy, and I sniffled, Hoseok turning his head to me for a moment.

"Hyung?" He called out in worry. Shit. I batted my eyelids in attempt to rid of my tears, sniffling one more time to clear my nose up.

"Yeah." I shouldn't have spoke. My voice came out cracked, revealing that I was crying. Hoseok took a couple of glances at me, which was very unlike him since he always claimed that taking your eyes off of the road for even a second could end in a catastrophe.

"Are you okay? Is it about your patient?" I guess you could say that. He reached his hand to my knee and squeezed it lightly to comfort me. When someone acknowledges my feelings while I still haven't gotten over it, it can't contain it any longer. I grabbed Hoseok's hand and held onto it firmly with both of mine, squeezing my eyes shut and crying silently though a couple sobs escaped my mouth.

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I was assigned two new cases: A supposed middle-aged man who hallucinates and acts out on them, and another patient who can't stop masturbating. How am I supposed to deal with a patient who can't keep his hands off of his dick? And Hoseok thinks he gets the nut cases.

I went to my office, setting the two new files onto my wide desk. I flipped open the first one, which revealed to be the father. Thank god. I don't think I'm ready to see the face of the other patient.

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Daegu Mental Health Facility
Form of Admission

Patient: Kang Jeongwi
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: February 4, 1970
Date of Admission: February 27, 2013
Current Room: 4F D6
Emergency Contact: Kang Kyungwi [relation to patient- daughter]
Diagnosis: Psychosis
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