DR.HANS

...Dr. Kyle was horrified by what he saw—Joey screaming, blood smeared all over his arms. Without hesitation, he rushed forward and grabbed Joey. To his relief, Joey finally began to calm down in his arms....

...“What the heck were you doing!? Trying to kill yourself?!” Dr. Kyle snapped, grabbing Joey’s face and forcing him to look up....

...“N-No... I was just...” Joey tried to find an excuse, but his stuttering betrayed him....

...“Don’t lie to me. We all know what you were doing back there,” Dr. Kyle said firmly, before slowly letting go of Joey’s face....

...“I didn’t have any paint... that’s why I used that to draw... I’m sorry...” Joey mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper....

...Dr. Kyle sighed deeply. “It’s okay. But Joey—you’re hurting yourself. I don’t want to see my patients suffer from a pain they don’t even fully understand.”...

...He reached for a towel from the medical box and gently began wrapping it around Joey’s bleeding arms to stop the flow....

...“I’m really sorry...” Joey said again, still not daring to meet his eyes....

...“Joey... you promised me you wouldn’t do this again. And yet, here you are—making bloody scars on your arms and banging your head against the floor.”...

...Dr. Kyle’s voice was softer now, but filled with worry....

...“I’m addicted to it...” Joey admitted, guilt heavy in his voice. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop....

...“Then you need to fight that addiction. It’s not good for you—it never will be. It’s dangerous. It’s harmful. And one day, it might kill you. I’m very disappointed in you right now,” Dr. Kyle said sternly....

...Joey stayed silent, staring at the floor, letting the weight of the words sink in. He didn’t argue. He didn’t explain. He just took it all in....

...“Don’t look down. Look at me!” Dr. Kyle suddenly raised his voice, the pain in it louder than the anger....

...Joey flinched slightly and slowly looked up at him. Tears were forming in his eyes, though he tried his best to hold them back....

...Seeing this, Dr. Kyle’s expression softened again. He gently cupped Joey’s cheek and rubbed it with his thumb, wiping away a tear before it could fall....

...“Hey… don’t cry. Don’t waste those precious tears on a simple argument like this,” Dr. Kyle said softly, sighing. “I’m sorry, Joe. Maybe I pushed things too far…”...

...Joey suddenly wrapped his arms around Dr. Kyle, sobbing harder into his shoulder....

...“I’m sorry!! I’m really sorry!! Please forgive me...”...

...Dr. Kyle hugged him back gently, rubbing his back in slow, calming circles as he let Joey cry....

...“Shh... I know, I know. I forgive you. Just promise me you won’t ever do this again, understood?”...

...Joey nodded silently, holding on tightly....

...“Everything’s going to be fine... I’m here. I’m right here,” Dr. Kyle whispered....

...Slowly, Joey began to calm down. Dr. Kyle gently patted his head, watching as the tension in Joey’s body eased....

...Just then, a voice called from outside the room....

...“Dr. Kyle! We need you for the daily report!”...

...“Oh, uh... I’ve gotta go,” Dr. Kyle said, turning back to Joey. “How about you take a nap, hmm?”...

...“Okay!!” Joey chirped, climbing into the bed and lying down....

...“Before that, how about you take your medicine?” Dr. Kyle suggested as he grabbed a small bottle of water from his bag, along with a pill....

...Joey frowned. He hated medicine—he’d usually do anything to avoid it. But today,to Dr.Kyle’s surprise, Joey didn’t argue....

...“Fine...” he mumbled, hesitant at first. But eventually, he took the pill, shoved it into his mouth, and chased it down with water....

...Dr. Kyle smiled faintly. He didn’t care if it was out of character—what mattered most was Joey’s health....

...Joey laid back on the bed and slowly closed his eyes, finally finding a moment of peace....

...Dr. Kyle slowly left the room, trying to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake Joey. He walked down the hallway and soon reached the doctor who had called for him....

...He entered the office and saw Dr. Hans waiting....

...“What do you want, Dr. Hans?” Dr. Kyle asked, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet room....

...Dr. Hans looked up and wordlessly gestured to the chair in front of him. Dr. Kyle glanced at it for a moment, then sat down....

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