2 weeks without San

Wooyoung was rushed to the hospital after the phone call. He was sitting at home stressing. He had told the therapist everything but one thing. It was eating him alive. Being stuck in the home. He couldn't handle it.

He had arrived at the hospital going right to Sans door. He stayed outside not stepping in.
"Wooyoung, I'm glad you made it, we have a lot to talk about so I'd like to discuss it with you follow me." the doctor seemed calm and collected. It made Wooyoung feel less worried. Maybe San made progress?

"We've been carefully observing him. Is there anything he does at home that we should know?" Wooyoung hesitated as he thought back to the constant fights and suicide attempts.

"He's tried suicide... multiple times. We fight often. It's violent. He snaps too quickly and gets mad. He's dangerous to be around when he's mad." he let out. He felt like crying. He's been wanting to get this off his chest for a long time. Someone had to know.

He felt manipulated. He felt blinded. But San couldn't realize what he was doing if he was here right? He thought back to San begging him not to leave him. to stay by him. He thought of all the threats that San gave him. The countless "I'll kill you." or "I'll kill myself." he heard. He sobbed in front of the doctor.

"He's killed people. Dozens. There's a body farm in the back of the house. You have to help me." he cried. The doctor looked at the boy shocked.

"When did this start happening?" Wooyoung sighed calming his breath. "I can't remember... maybe a little more than a year? Could be less." he said wiping his tears. "Can I call in your therapist? You must have a lot to get off that you've been holding in right? I'll see if he's busy."

"I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Can I set up an appointment for it? Whenever is fine," he said. The doctor nodded and set up the appointment.

"Can I see San?" he asked quietly fiddling with his fingers. The doctor nodded and wooyoung left.

"San?" he whispered knocking. He opened the door and saw San asleep. The boy looked the same as usual. Just more tired. His eye bags and dark circles showed more. His slim figure stayed the same. He sat down and held Sans hand.

"I'm so sorry." he cried kissing Sans hands.

"Wooyoung?" San woke up and looked over. "Why are apologizing?" he was confused about his boyfriend. "I felt the need to. This is my fault. If I had helped you more. You wouldn't be here now. We could be happier. Not having to hide. It's all my fault." he said crying even more. San looked over. He felt happy. Wooyoung was finally here. Why wasn't Wooyoung happy though? Wasn't he happy to see him too?

"I have to go now." was all Wooyoung said before leaving. San sat there confused. Why didn't Wooyoung tell him he was going to be okay and that he loved him? He stood up and opened the door but it was locked. He pulled at the door knob trying to break it. He forced his body on the door hoping it would break open. He screamed and screamed. Wooyoung who looked at the nurse smiled and muttered a thank you as he headed to his therapist's office.