Falling | Mxm (Completed) Chapter 1

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Aiden couldn’t stop shaking his leg as he sat there on the chair, waiting for the doctor to arrive. His entire body hurt and even though the clock on the wall made no sound, the constant movement of the second hand was driving him insane. As to what he was even doing there in a psychiatric hospital waiting to be checked in, well, apparently it was for his own good!

After a big fight with his family and the agency, they decided to send Aiden there for a while to, as they said and quote: “Get your shit together and get that personality fixed.”

So there he was, in the head doctor’s office, waiting for his majesty to come. Was it not a hospital for crazy people? Wouldn’t making a patient wait for almost 20 minutes now push them to the edge and make them lose control? The mischievous part of him wanted to act like the crazy person he was supposed to be — due to the endless lectures people had given him — and start throwing things around to teach the oh so high and mighty doctor a lesson, never to make him wait for his ass this long again. But he decided it’d be better to behave for now. You’d never know what the other might have up his sleeve. Maybe he’d hold a grudge and start electrocuting him. After all, mental hospital doctors are pretty mental themselves! That’s what he’d found out from the many movies with this plot he’d watched, anyway.

Aiden looked at his watch. 2 more minutes and it would be exactly 23 minutes of waiting for the unpunctual asshole.

He sprung from the chair, clammy hands sliding over his jeans pockets for the substance he knew he no longer had. His friends had ransacked his house hours before and threw all the drugs out while he was taken to the mother’s for, wait for it, another lecture! Things escalated fast, and the father used the respect Aiden had for him as a pressure point to drag him to this hellhole.

He wasn’t feeling well. In fact, the withdrawal symptoms were already showing, and he was getting quite irritated with his heart pumping so fast and loud in his ears.

“Calm down. He’ll be here soon.” His father said, tone meant to be gentle.

“I can’t calm down! We’ve been waiting for 23 minutes. 24 now. Am I supposed to get better in this place? By someone who is this irresponsible and unprofessional?” Feeling frustrated as fuck, he started pacing around the office, arms wrapped around himself to maybe make it hurt a little less. Not that it helped at all.

He stopped when his eyes noticed a fallen book on the shelf. ‘If only, by Lili Evans’. His last name being the same as the author’s got him interested. He took the book and examined it. The cover was a mixture of colors that looked pretty dead, giving one myriad feelings. He opened a random page.

‘As I was lying down on my bed looking at the ceiling, I felt fresh air hitting my skin. There are no windows in my room. But then again, I have gotten used to this without knowing the reason. The phone keeps vibrating as someone doesn’t want to give up calling again and again and again. Should I just turn it off? Should I just turn myself off?’

The last sentence had been a thought living rent-free in his head for a long time now, so it pulled him in, away from reality. He would definitely drown if it wasn’t for the unfamiliar voice breaking the silence.

“Sorry for being late, and thank you for waiting for me. Hi, my name is Chad. Chad kim.” The guy said and shook the father’s hand while smiling ridiculously widely.

He stretched his hand towards Aiden next, but he just walked past him and jumped on the couch.

“Well, it’s not like we had any other choice but to wait! Now I’m angry. What’s your solution, doc?” He said as he kept staring right into the asshole’s eyes.

The doctor seemed immune to his ‘intimidating gaze’ — as described by many — and had the audacity to remain calm and unbothered. “I’m really sorry, Aiden. That’s a very nice name actually, may I say? I had to deal with an emergency. I hate being late myself.”

“Well then, we have something in common.” He said and looked away, outside the window. It had a pleasant view. Showed almost all of the yard area.

“I have to admit, I didn’t expect a mental hospital to be this lively. The yard is full of trees and flowers. You got yourself a nice view.” He said without looking at him.

“I prefer the term psychiatric hospital. Mental is not a very nice word to use. Most people here are quite okay.”

“Tomato tomahto. It all means the same. We’re all fucked in the head and that’s why we’re brought here. Don’t sugar coat shit with me.” The doctor only smiled in reply.

“I see you found one of my favorite books. A fan?” He pointed at the book Aiden didn’t know he still held in his hand.

“Oh, this? No, I just found it while waiting ‘so patiently’ for you to come. It seems interesting, though. I read half a page and I found it quite relatable.”

“Keep it then. As an apology for being late.” The man smiled again. He smiled too much, but somehow it seemed contagious. If Aiden wasn’t mad at him, he’d probably smile back.

The doctor looked at the file again. “So, Aiden, I see you have overdosed- 3 times? Is that right? Did you do this as an attempt to commit suicide or your calculation went wrong?” He said the last part teasingly.

Aiden rolled his eyes at him and smirked. “The latter.”

“All 3 times?”

“Mhm. When you’re drunk or high as fuck and you decide to do more drugs, you really can’t calculate for shit, doc.”

The man hummed. “Well, I can’t really say anything to that. I’ve never gotten high or drunk as fuck.”

“You should try it sometimes. It’s fun.”

“I’m sure I can live well without the experience, Aiden!” He smiled again and turned to his father.

“Mr. Evans, we’re going to keep Aiden here for 3 months. We will help him stop doing the drugs, in addition to taking care of his condition. You have nothing to worry about. We’re going to take good care of him here. With his help, he’s going to be able to go back to his career in no time.”

“Thank you, doctor. I really want him to go back to being the sweet, lovely boy he was before all the drugs and drinking and… overdosing. His mother nearly died each time they informed us.”

He rolled his eyes. The two kept talking as if he was not there. “Hello?! I’m right here and I’m not some 2-year-old. Don’t talk like that in front of me.”

The elder sighed and stood up. “I put my trust in you then, doctor kim. Oh, I almost forgot, can we come visit?”

“Of course you can. Once a week on Sundays.”

The old man left the room, but not before patting Aiden’s head like a cat.

“Edwin, come in, please.” The doctor called and a beautiful, tall, doll-like guy came in, wearing the same white uniform.

“Yes, doctor?”

“Edwin, this is Aiden. You’ll take care of him from now on. Show him around and guide him to his room.”

The man looked at Aiden. “I hope we can get along well, Aiden. Tell me what you think about the book when you finish it.”

“Come! Let’s show you around.” The boy smiled and stretched out his hand toward him.

“I’m a drug addict, not paralyzed. I can walk just fine by myself.” He slapped the hand aside and stormed out of the room. Only after he was free from that suffocating office did he come back to his senses a bit and started to feel bad about what he’d just done. The young doctor’s hand looked very bony. It must’ve hurt.

Edwin followed suit and Aiden tried to sneak a peek at his hand, but it was covered with the folder he was carrying.

“That’s a cool hair color you got.” He said, pointing at Aiden’s platinum blond hair with the Blood-red tips. “So tell me about yourself.”

“Everything you need to know is in that folder.” He replied before looking at his face. “Aren’t you a little too young to be a doctor?!”

He laughed shortly. It was nice to hear one after so long. “I guess I am, but I finished early. I’m kind of a genius.” He looked funny saying that, trying to be all smug but clearly getting embarrassed a moment later. It twitched the corner of Aiden’s mouth. He would’ve smiled if he wasn’t doing his best to remain sane in the current situation.

“Well, then you wasted your brain like this.” He had to clear his voice. It sounded too rough. And he was getting dizzy.

“How come?” The boy asked with widened eyes.

“You could become an astronaut or a brain surgeon or whatever, but you decided to become what? Mental people’s doctor? To be surrounded by people like me who hurt you the second you meet?” Aiden said in a mocking tone.

Edwin didn’t show any reaction at first, but then he smiled again. “I became a psychiatrist because of personal reasons, but it doesn’t mean I wasted my brain. Communicating with all these people and coming up with things to say to make them feel better is not exactly an easy thing to do, Aiden. And please, don’t call them mental. Do you consider yourself mental cause you’re here?”

Aiden didn’t reply. He knew the boy avoided the part where he hurt his hand, but he let it be and just continued walking.