The Way of Love for the Doctor
SEASON 2'S. Part 40's. The Compulsive Behaviour 1
When she said she loved me, it felt like I wanted to cry. Crying because you are too happy. I cried all night and couldn't sleep because of a broken heart, but now after knowing the real reason I forgave him.
“Oppa, book the ticket for me. Or give me the schedule I can book the same ticket.”
“You have a visa?”
“I still have multiple Visas that have just expired in two years.”
“Ohhh..” This multiple visa is valid for 5 years, much cheaper if you go there often. Multiple Visa application can only be done for those of you who have gone to South Korea as much as 2x or have been to the United States.
“Alright, here's my schedule. Order..later I pay to your account ticket price.” She took her phone and forwarded the email of her ticket to me, which made me kiss her immediately.
“I love you..”
“Love you too He no longer says he loves me.
How happy I feel tonight.
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I heard someone crying. Toilet at the end of our floor is not so crowded, sometimes can be hours without people, even the janitor rarely checks because it knows quiet. I find it and often wear it to dress up that requires concentration and is not disturbed by people passing by.
But then the stuffing stops because it might realize someone's coming in. Maybe the day is tough, maybe he just needs time for himself, maybe breaking up .. hmmm like I did yesterday. For whatever I feel sorry for him.
Before long one was out, a beautiful woman in a long white shirt, I saw her in the glass out. I know he's a doctor here, but I don't remember his part. He was carrying something red, tissue, hmm. His face was broken, he was crying. But what blood.
That was before I suddenly saw his arm stained with blood as he washed his hands, there were red yet dry streaks visible to him on his wrist. I'm making a conclusion...
“Don't be stupid, there's a solution, why do you endanger yourself. Are you trying to kill yourself?” I spoke to him directly. Why would a doctor like him try to take such a shortcut.
“What did you say?” He saw me, he thought I wasn't watching him. I took his hand, opened his arm, revealing the wound he had just made.
“Do not be stupid! You know slicing your arm won't make you die, ...You're a doctor, aren't you?” Actually slicing your inner wrist will not be enough to make you die, there are still many ways to die faster. Other than because the artery is deep, you have to torture yourself by slicing deep enough to reach the veins that will drain your blood to death. Unless you stab him to the point of being torn into an artery.
“Please, this is none of your business.” Um he's not like someone who wants to kill himself. Then I realized there was another faint trace just now, so it meant him...
“You hurt yourself..”
“Once again this is none of your business.” The girl cut me off quickly and left. I remember a little of my psychological material with this self-injury. They do it to release the pressure of feeling, the pain of slicing themselves is a habit, most of them closed and difficult to tell stories to others.
I don't know who he is, but surely one of the doctors is here too. But opening up her case also meant huge pressure for her, which could have her credibility called into question. He might not be putting himself at risk anyway. Whatever he is, this may not be my business.
