patient • chensung

6 • painted a picture

"Get me the fuck out of here."

When Chenle next walked into the room, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. His patient was laying on the bed, heavy chains handcuffed to his wrists and his feet kicking around restlessly.

"Why are you chained?" Chenle asked calmly, walking closer to the boy. Chains were only used when one was physical-
Right.

"Apparently one of you shitty staff saw me do something to you and came in to tell me that I'd have to be chained. I did nothing!"

The chinese chuckled and walked closer to the boy. "You choked me, Park."

Jisung rolled his eyes. "You should have been thankful."

Chenle's eyes narrowed, as he leant closer to him. "Not everyone wants to end their life. I won't let you do that to me," he rasped out. "I won't let you do that to yourself either, for that matter."

Jisung growled as he matched the intimacy, leaning even closer. "Watch me, pretty boy."

The blonde-haired sighed. "If you keep up that attitude, you're not leaving this place anytime soon, I can assure you that," he smiled simply. "Now, would you like to start speaking?"

Jisung hissed. "I don't have an option, do I?"

Chenle shook his head. "No, not really."

"Then I'll start basic. I don't have relatives. Happy now?"

The chinese chuckled. "Oh, we're going to need a lot more information than that, Mr. Park."

Jisung shot up from the bed, the chains clanging as they restricted him from going any further though. "I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right whatsoever in impacting my decisions. Let me end my life once and for all, alright? Or I may just resort to killing you myself."

Chenle hitched an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

Jisung bared his teeth.

"Then I'll unlock you now."

For a split-second, Chenle could see the shock in his client's eyes, but they returned to that empty facade almost immediately.

Progress, he thought.

"I thought you didn't want your life to end, Doctor."

"Would you do it?" he ignored the boy, proceeding to unlock the chains on either side of him, freeing the wrists and handing him a pocket knife. Before anything continued, he slid his jacket off and threw it over to the camera in the side of the room, blocking any footage.

He then stepped back, arms wide open.

"You need a way to relieve your stress, take it out on me, not yourself. You need to learn to love yourself."

Jisung's pupils diluted for a moment, as the scene unfolded in front of his eyes.

The uncertainty was long gone though, as he picked the knife up without a second thought and walked to the boy.

"Where do you want it?"

"Wherever pleases you most, Jisung."

The said boy twirled the knife in his fingers, "Let's start simple then."

He strode closer to the chinese, and trailed his nimble fingertips down his arm.

Without further notice, the knife was brought up, and he slowly sliced through the smaller's skin, blood trailing in its absence.

Chenle felt it. He felt it deeply and he would be lying if he said it didn't hurt. It hurt him a lot, in more ways than one could imagine.

Chenle was a person who loved himself. He loved himself to bits and cared for himself, just as he did for others. Never once, had suicide, depression, or cutting crossed his mind, and now that something of the sort was happening, he couldn't help but let the tears prick in the corners of his eyes.

Jisung grinned maliciously, taking the knife out of the boy's arm and admiring his art.

' 18.10.20 ' (sorry, this is how it's written in the u.k and some places, but it's the 18th of october 2020) was now written on the pale boy's arm.

"Your body is like a perfect canvas. You're quite right, doctor. That did help."

The corner of Chenle's lip tugged up a bit, but fell back into place as the pain washed over him again.
"Of course."

Jisung dropped the knife with a simple flick of his wrist, and fell back onto the bed with a sigh.

"I hope this session helped you. I must get back to other clients, have a good day, Jisung," Chenle choked out, straightening his back and prodding at his eyes rapidly to get any emotion gone.

"Wait!"

The chinese turned on his heel slowly, closing his eyes and opening them again, irritated. "Yes?"

"Why do you have other clients? I thought I was your only one."

Chenle let a small, humourless laugh out. "No. I have a job to do and people pay me. You're here because I want to make you better from my own free will and because you have no family."

Jisung frowned. "I could pay you ten times as much more than they could."

Chenle laughed again. "It's not about the money. I have more than enough, god bless; it's rather the job. I enjoy making people better and it's more like a hobby, the money's just a plus, which is why I also take in others who are in need of it."

Jisung growled once more, kicking off the bed as he strode over to the doctor, grabbing him by his shoulders. "Don't pity me, pretty boy."

"Of course," Chenle rolled his eyes and shook the boy's hands off.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to be getting to."

Jisung watched as the boy pulled out of his grasp and left the room, door slamming shut in his absence.

'see, you're useless'

He was alone again.

'pathetic'

His mind was expanding.

'look what you did to him, hurt him obviously'

His hands began trembling.

'he doesn't care for you, nobody does or will."

His head began spinning.

'just give up while you can, nobody will know'

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled, voice echoing across the white walls, as he fell to his knees, banging on the floor restlessly.

"Stop," he cried, his fists slowing down until they came to a complete stop.

And he just sobbed, curling into himself as much as possible.

Crying, but nobody heard him.

Or so he thought.