Chapter 4....

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Patient name: Jung Hoseok

Age: 25

Disorder: Paranoia

I had to prepare myself. Knowing how severe this case could me, I needed to be ready for screaming.

I knock on the door, just like I did with the others.

"Go the fuck a-away." I heard the patient say from inside the room. I was taken back by the swear word.

"I am coming in." I said not wanting to listen to the male.

I walk in and it was rather dark. There where pictures of rappers and dancers. I wasn't really familiar with their names.

"Turn the light off! They will come for me." I didnt know what he was talking about but I tried to understand.

"Hoseok, there isn't anyone coming for you. I promise to protect you." I said trying to get the male out of the closet.

"Lair, they are coming." He said making his closet shake.

"Please come out and I promise to protect you." I said repeating my self.

He starts to get out very slowly.

"Just give me the meds, I don't someone like you in my fucking room." He said not really wanting to engage into any sort of conversation.

He didn't actually want her to leave, but he already ruined it for himself he thought.

"Here, this will help you." I said handing him his cup and holding some water for him.

He took it and pushed me out the door.

I was shocked.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked the next patient that I was going too.

Patient name: Kim Namjoon.

Age: 25

Disorder: Bipolar

I walked in not really knowing what would happen. I hear someone crying but also angry.

"Hey, are you okay?" I put my hand on his shoulder and frowned.

He looked at me like I was his worst enemy. I was very uncomfortable but I had to hide it.

"Who are you? And why are you in MY room?" He said making shivers run down my spine.

I bow to him trying to show hospitality.

"I'm your new doctor. But please call me y/n." He looks at me then looks me dead in my eyes and smiles.

"Hi! I'm Namjoon, you may call me Joonie or RM" He smiled showing me dimples.

I looked at him then remembered that he had bipolar. I smiled back.

"May you sit and hang with me for a little?" He asked still smiling.

"Sure, anything to make you comfortable around me." I said looking around the room.

I seen a book that hadn't seen in quite awhile. I picked it up and started scanning the pages.

"I love this book!" I said still looking in the book.

"But this one is mine." He said snatching it from me. I looked at him shocked.

"Maybe we can read it together?" He said trying to fix the situation.

"I would like that" We sat down at his desk and began to read.

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