in the corner of the room

duo: parva flavo canis

"Jimin? Jimin, are you alright?"

I open the connecting door to see Jimin curled up on the floor next to a dismembered stuffed animal. I make my way to him. His soft whimpers turn into loud cries. He holds his hands out as if he wants me to pick him up. I help him off the floor, but he clings to me. I ask him to explain what happened and his face turns into a pout.

"Well, I dropped my stuffie on the side of my bed and I reached to get it, but I fell and hit my head. I landed on my stuffie and it got a rip. I got so mad that I ripped it up. Now I won't be able to sleep without it."
"Well, why didn't you knock on my door and ask me to fix it?"
"It didn't seem like the right thing to do. I though you would think it was stupid."
"I would never."

Jimin smiles and climbs off of me and onto his bed. I pick up all the pieces of his stuffed animal. I hold up my finger for Jimin to wait a moment. I go into my room and close the door I have a large book case of this exact stuffed animal. Jimin breaks it a lot. I wait a few minutes and bring out a new one. Jimin's eyes light up and he grabs it from me. He looks back at me. "Can we rearrange my room?"
I look at my watch.

3:36 A.M.

"I'm sorry, Jimin. It's too late right now. We can do that tomorrow during your free time."
Jimin throws his stuffed animal across the room and screams, "No! I want to do it now."
"Jimin, there are other patients here. Be considerate."
"But I wanna do it now!"
"I said tomorrow."
"This isn't fair."
"Jimin, do I need to get it?"
Fear pierces his eyes and his face suddenly looks five years older.
"N-no, I'm sorry. I'll wait for tomorrow."
"Good boy." I pat his head. "Goodnight, Jimin."

Jimin turns over and instantly falls asleep. I feel bad for using that against him, but I had to get him to bed somehow. I walk into my room and lay back down on the bed. I hear quiet singing over the monitor.

"you know, I know."

7:30 A.M.

I go into Jimin's room and call his name to wake him up. He blinks his eyes open and smiles. "Today is the day!"
I nod. "Yes, today is the day. Where do you want to move your stuff."
Jimin points and shouts commands at me. I do as he says for about an hour and he's finally happy. A voice statics on my walkie talkie and I answer it. Jimin looks at me and tilts his head. "Am I in trouble?"
"No, of course not. The doctor just wants to see you early today."
Jimin nods. "Only if I can get a snake."
"What?"
"A snake. Like what you eat between meals."
"Do you mean a snack?"
"Oh, yea that sounds right."
I slightly laugh. Jimin walks to the door, ready to see the doctor. I walk him into the empty room and sit him at the table. The doctor looks tired and frantic. He stumbles on his words and his hair is a mess.
"O-okay, Jimin. Go ahead and tell the story where you left off."
Jimin nods. "Okay, so, like I said before, it started with one look at me and I snapped. We had just gotten off stage and I was pissed. My voice sounded so bad and I tripped a lot. None of the other boys talked to me since I was so upset, they know I needed space."

Jimin pauses and looks at the ceiling. It baffles he how he can't seem to remember anything except this one memory. He can remember that he was a part of BTS, the band he so admired now. He looks back at the doctor. "Okay, let me start over. That was a different incident."