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Sweat layers your face as you pushed your body into the corner even more. Your body was shaking and the carpeted floor didn't even keep you warm.
The door silently opens, and in came in Jisoo, with a small smile plastered on her face as she finally ready to back into the routine of being your nurse.
However, your silent cries and whimpers caused the poor nurse's heart to drop as her face gets drained with color. Even though your sheets were open - it doesn't look like you'd slept in bed.
If you even slept at all.
"Y/N?" Jisoo eyed you worried, "Are you alright?"
As an Anxiety patient - it was very common for the person to just have random outbreaks of attacks. Either being triggered by stress or even dreams and thoughts.
Almost similar to a patient with depression- when you wake up crying but not even knowing the reason.
This moment of time -you were sadly having a mixture of both. Your body had been shivering whilst your eyes remained teary-eyed wide throughout the night. Despite the sun - rising. It still stressed you out. Making it seem as if, the negative feeling that settling in your stomach might be a sign for today.
Your heart clammed up, and your eyes were teary. You felt nauseous as you felt your body just feel completely out of place but you didn't even know why.
Jisoo was on her way to get you ready for the day, but when she'd walked into your room. You were a corner, bawling your eyes out. She doesn't even know why.
You don't even know why.
But it was almost as if your body was giving you some warning that something bad is going to happen. You absolutely hated it.
"I don't know."You whimpered," I didn't sleep at all last night."
"Are you feeling anxious?"
You aggressively shake your head yes. The cold breeze from outside could be heard - making your heart feel as if it's sinking to your stomach.
Jisoo reaches her hand out to you.
Waiting for your approval before touches you. You glare at her hand before reminding yourself that she was there to help you - not hurt you.
You place your hand gently in hers and she smiles softly before walking you over to your neat bed. She placed you gently on the bed.
"Breathing exercises - come on close your eyes."
You do as told - the darkness making your heart rate pick up slightly
"Deep breath." Jisoo says," - then repeat after me. Okay?"
"Everything is going to be okay."
~
"Here at the Rehab center for a long time we've been wanting to start an extramural program," Namjoon says.
Yoongi looks at the man oddly, "Okay?"
"Is there anything you would like to add to your schedule? Apart from Therapy and eating hours - your schedule is very Empty."
"I'll think about it," He scoffs, "When does it start?"
Namjoom questions, "What? Your schedule? "
"No hey, my drawing lessons," Yoongi replied sarcastically.
Namjoon eyes the man down - clearly annoyed by his sarcasm. This is how its been between the two for the past few days. Yoongi would walk past all security and waltz right into the doctor's room. Not even caring if maybe the Man is busy. It was safe to say that boys had found some things to link the two as some friends.
"Just get out of my office Min."Namjoon snaps
Yoongi looks at him with a smile on his face a chuckle leaves his lips, "I make a joke - I make haha."
"Go." Namjoon says half frustrated," You have Therapy on Floor 6 - Room 10A. You better go because I will find out if you didn't."
"Yeah yeah."Yoongi replied before standing," See you later idiot."
~
"Min Yoongi, 23, Male - Anger Complications and recently diagnosed with Depression. " The new doctor reads, tilting her head to the side so she could read over to the next page.
The blonde hair covers his eyes purposely as he felt like rolling his eyes at the woman. Glaring at her as she continued to read out his private life.
"Can we skip to the part where you start helping me?" He scoffed.
Forcing the women to look up at him before shaking her head in disapproval, his attitude doesn't seem to faze her as she continued to read his file out aloud.
"Played Basketball throughout High School -even played Nationals. Congratulations." She says.
A small smile travels to his lips, taking the praise to heart. Even though his heart longed to doing music. He'd loved Basketball more than anything, and he would do anything to go through all the successful achievements all over again.
He then thought back to how proud his parents were whenever he made a basket - or how his sister would cheer, louder than the others on the Cheerleading team.
Yoongi has been so pissed for the past few months after what had happened to his family that - he completely forgot to cherish all the happy memories.
"Ah, I'm so sorry she's late." A voice says, "She had a minor attack this morning."
Yoongi looks up at the Doctor but doesn't even bother to check the door behind him. The replaying memory suddenly fading - with a blank feature finally sketched onto his face.
"Y/N, I'm glad you're better."The Doctor says, "Please - have a seat."
Y/N.
Yoongi sits uprights and tilts his head slightly so he could have a glimpse of you. Today you were wearing a bright red tracksuit with white leather slops - with bright thick wooly socks. Your hair was hidden yet again. However so, Yoongi can see a slight change in your features.
Your face wasn't as pale, you'd gained some color. The thin structuring of your face was almost gone as your cheeks were starting to gain their shape.
To him, you looked absolutely adorable.
Despite your bloodshot eyes from earlier -he couldn't help but look at you.
