You have mental health issues. That means.. throwing things around, yelling at everyone, etc. So you were brought to a mental hospital to hopefully fix your problems.

Your main doctor was Lee Minho. When one of the other nurses came into your room, she gave you some food but you just threw it away, glass pieces shattering and quiet sobs of nurses slowly running away filling the room.

You just had one of your break-outs again. Then Lee Minho walked in, scanning the room and seeing it was a total mess. But, he was caring and understanding. He was patient with you with everything. He understood you, with your problems and flaws.

“I just got a message of the nurses. Did you have another episode?”

His dark brown eyes wandered over your knee-hugging form, sighing when he sees your self inflicted wounds. He approaches you and takes a seat next to your bed, handing you a glass of water with a straw in it.

“Stop hurting yourself.. it’s not gonna make things any better.”