Sangyeon panicked even more now that Changmin had shut his eyes. He didn't know what to do or what was going on with him. He called Chanhee and hoped he could do something, anything to lighten the situation. "Forgive me for this..." He searched Changmin's bag for his wallet and hoped to find any information like his address or emergency contact. He dialed in a number he saw written down and was greeted by a young voice. "Hello? Is this Young...uh...Youngidiot?" "I don't even know you and you feel like you have the right to insult me?" "Listen, you're the emergency contact for Changmin. He suddenly shut down and-" "Address?" Sangyeon told him the address and the young man on the other end was quick to hang up. "Maybe I should call an ambulance just in case..."

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Changmin awoke in a brightly lit room and had to squint for a bit to see. "You're up. That's a good sign." He looked and saw a woman in a white coat. "Did I...?" "No, you're very much alive, if that's what you're asking." "No, that wasn't it, but thanks for the clarification." "We're going to run tests, see if everything is operating like it should be." Changmin knew things weren't. He voluntarily increased his medication intake as it made him feel better compared to the normal amount. However, he believed the lack of taking that same amount has caused his body to react negatively to the change. He was well aware of what was going on, he didn't need a reminder. "Ms. or Mrs., I'm well aware of my health. My friend just overreacted." "Even still-" "Please, let me go. I can't stand being cooped up in here..." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. "We could move you to a more spacious room, but we can't just let you go."

Sangyeon found himself nodding off, wondering if everything was okay. "Sang, go to sleep. His cousin is there, so stop worrying." He couldn't stop. He was beyond convinced he was the cause of it all. He continuously blamed himself for what happened.

"You can't do anything right." "You hurt everyone around you." "I can't believe you thought you could have a happy life now." "You're worthless, disgusting, and a complete waste of matter."

Sangyeon cried and cried hard. He put his head in his hands as he quietly wept. The one person, his number one reason for living, would end up hating him. He truly believed that.

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Changmin was finally let go after a week of tests and routine check ups. As he predicted, they told him things he already knew and he had his responses well prepared in advanced. However, there was one statement that had caught him off guard.

"Your brain," she pointed to the one on the right, "is quite unstable compared to a healthy brain." She pointed to the one on the left. Changmin saw that there was a noticeable size difference in certain areas. "I've read that you take prescribed medication for your depression, but changes like this are usually due to taking more than necessary." He knew he couldn't talk his way out of this one. "I'm...aware..."

Changmin sighed as Youngjae had also been informed about everything. Now he couldn't freely do what he wanted. He opened up the drawer and as expected, his pills weren't there. "Looking for these?" "Give them to me." "So you can possibly have an overdose? No. And I'm not saying that just because you pay the bills around here. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you die, knowing I could've prevented it..." Changmin had never seen Youngjae look so sad. "Alright..." "Don't forget to do what the doctors suggested to get your brain functioning properly again." He sighed then gently pull on his face as he looked in the mirror. His skin had started to regain its color.

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Changmin looked behind him to see if Sangyeon had taken his usual spot in the restaurant to draw him. He wasn't there. He sighed heavily as it had been a week since he last saw him. He found himself being concerned about his wellbeing. "Did I ever find out where he lived...?" He wished he had found out when he had the chance. "Hey, you were called." "Oh." Changmin hurried over to the table he was waiting.

Changmin had rushed to the plaza in hopes of seeing Sangyeon there, hoping he wouldn't miss another performance day. He looked about the audience, hoping to catch a hint of Sangyeon. Changmin had sat down as he felt empty inside. What was this feeling? It was something new to him that he didn't like and wanted it gone. "I-I'm sorry, everyone. I can't perform today...I don't feel well." The audience was supportive and wished him well before leaving. "Hey...Do you need someone to take you home?" "I can manage...Thank you though." She nodded then walked away, not without looking back once more. He needed to find Sangyeon and confirm he was okay.

"Hello?" "Chanhee, right?" "Um, yes. Who's calling?" "Changmin. Sangyeon's teacher. I've been trying to contact him, but he never picks up. Have you talked to him at all this week?" "No...He doesn't answer the door. His sister told me all he does is sit by the window and smoke. It's gotten worse." Changmin asked for Sangyeon's address then hurried over after ending the call.

Sangyeon coughed hard as he looked out the window. He had no motivation to do anything at all. He no longer cooked and barely managed to keep up with his hygiene. He fingered a knife in his hands and wondered if he should just end it all. He had just found his muse, something to live for and now it's gone. Sangyeon shakily lifted the knife and...

Changmin was beyond annoyed at this point. He knew Sangyeon could hear the doorbell. He was about to consider busting down the door until he started looking around for a spare key. "I'm sure they have one somewhere around...They'd have to be crazy not to." He finally found keys and proceeded to unlock the door. He had never been to his house before, so everything was worth taking a glance at. He turned the corner and saw a chair by the window with cigarette butts littered around and one still lighted. He was quick to put it out to prevent a fire from occurring later. "Sangyeon? You home?" He knew he shouldn't, but he started opening doors one by one in an effort to find him.