Ms. Nawol sighed heavily, she gazed at Jimin for a long moment, her heart ached, as if Jimin was her own son. She then stood up and expressed her agreement. "I'm ready to talk." She said.
Taehyung carved a little smile on his solemn face, he knew merely Ms. Nawol could tell him any useful information about Jimin. "Thank you so much Ms. Nawol, I'm grateful for you." He expressed his gratitude.
Ms. Nawol felt amazed. There was something about the way Taehyung seemed concern for Jimin, it was passionate and deeply personal, something no one else, not even Dr. Lee, had ever shown.
Taehyung led Ms. Nawol down to the stairs and they sat outside of the hospital building, "I would never speak about Jimin since every doctor tried to used him." She began to speak as they both sat on a bench placed in the front yard. "But you seems different." She added.
Taehyung looked down at his palms, "I'm glad to hear this." He replied in a gentle tone.
Ms. Nawol let out a heavy sigh, before deciding to share everything she knew about Jimin, since the day he was admitted to the hospital. She hoped that revealing the truth might somehow help him.
"When Jimin arrived for the first time, he could speak, even he begged his parents not leave him alone, screamed hysterically." As Ms. Nawol spoke, her voice trembled with pain, the memories of those days wandered in her mind,"Of course he was afraid, too young to live alone in a mental hospital." She paused for a moment then continued, "At first, Jimin would call his parents, ask them to take him back, but the abandonment and the loneliness began to suffocate him, he began to get hysterical, sometimes he would yell and sometimes he would cry, and then he began to attack doctors, everyone at his surroundings, Dr. Lee tried his best to treat him, but at the end he gave up on him, Jimin is now relying on morphine." Ms. Nawol went silent as if she were mourning the injustice occured with Jimin. "I believed that his parents betrayal broke his soul." She said with a cold breath.
Taehyung clenched his fists, he too sat in a deep silence, struggling to control the waves of anger"But morphine suppresses human emotions, it's dangerous for Jimin, especially when he's diagnosing with Temporal Lobe Epilepsy and schizoaffective." He said, a muscle in his jaw twisted as he gritted his teeth, it was unexpected that Dr. Lee risked a life just to shut down a patient.
"I'm a mere nurse, I only follow their orders, if you want to know anything more about Jimin then you should have talk with Dr. Lee." Ms. Nawol replied.
"Anyway, how did Jimin cut his wrist?" Taehyung asked curiously.
Ms. Nawol shrugged her shoulders, "We found a glass shard in his room, it had Jimin's blood." She replied, concern visible on her face.
Taehyung frowned his brows, "But how he got a glass shard in his room?" He asked in bewilderment.
"We don't know!" Ms. Nawol replied.
Taehyung nodded, he could assumed something wrong happening in the hospital, a restricted fourth floor where nobody was allowed to go, besides few of the staff members and Jimin slicing his wrist with a glass shard, the situation seemed suspected.
"Alright Ms. Nawol, I'm glad that you helped me." Taehyung said, getting up, he nodded to Ms. Nawol and turned back to leave.
"Dr. Kim!" Ms. Nawol stood up, she turned back and called Taehyung.
Taehyung looked at her wrinkled face, her droopy eyes streamed the tears, "Don't start this if you mean to abandon Jimin, he may not speaks but I can see the pain in his eyes." She said in a low shivering voice.
"I didn't come here to leave him alone." Taehyung said, "I came here to take him with me." He clarified with determination, making his way back to his office.
It was Taehyung's second day, and he earned enough information for his therapy sessions with Jimin. He attended few other patients in their room, but his mind kept thinking about Jimin. How much it would be hard for him to be lock in a room for a long decade, how eagerly he would have waited for someone to come and pulled him out of the darkness.
As Taehyung drove the car back to his apartment, his chest felt heavy with pain, he pulled his SUV at the side of the road, and lit his cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, blending with the cool breeze as he inhaled a deep breath, but it failed to calm the storm in his chest.
No matter how hard Taehyung tried, but he couldn't stop thinking about Jimin, the boy who had been abandoned, shattered, and locked away in a place that was supposed to heal him. The thought clenched at his heart, suffocating his breath.
He exhaled sharply, crushing the cigarette under his shoe. Leaning back in his seat, his hands gripped the wheel tightly as he whispered to himself, "I'll fix this, you don't deserve this Jimin, so I'll fix you." He muttered in a low voice.
Restarting the car, Taehyung let the engine hum fill the silence as he drove toward his apartment. But his mind was elsewhere, running through everything he'd learned, replaying Ms. Nawol's words. Tomorrow, things would change. He'd confront Dr. Lee, push for answers, and get to the truth about what was really happening in that hospital. Jimin deserved better. And Taehyung wasn't going to let him down.