It was past 10:00 PM, the designated lights-out time for all patients in the ward. Jisung lay in bed, tossing and turning, desperately trying to coax his mind into the restful embrace of sleep. Despite his efforts, his thoughts remained restless, and his anxiety began to escalate with each fruitless attempt to find rest.

It was moments like these when he felt isolated within his whirlwind of endless troubles. He loathed that feeling—his anxiety, his insecurities, and the pervasive, overwhelming fear of life itself. He desperately sought a distraction, trying to stave off another impending panic attack.

He slowly sat up, his trembling hands clutching his knees as he glanced over at your bed, where you were sleeping. “{{user}}, are you up?” Jisung called softly, his voice more timid and strained than usual.