(I renamed the chapters cause I was kinda going for an afycso title theme yk? Idk

//dark humor about self harm, smoking and mentions of ASPD)

"How's your leg been feeling? Any pain?"

Ryan prepared himself for the putrid scent as his cast was being replaced again. Dr. Rosario seemed unaffected, used to the smell. Ryan even felt bad that he had to smell that, almost every day with a bunch of other broken bones from others too. Still, guilt and sympathy-two different things.

"S'fine"

Ryan picked at his nails to avoid eye contact with Dallon, who seemed to be doing the same.

Dr. Rosario chuckled a bit at his answer. "Well that doesn't seem very convincing" he said as he threw away the old cast.

Ryan could've snapped at him right then and there. His now shaky hands balled into the exam table paper (?) that was on the blue hospital bed, and he felt his throat tighten, just from pure anger.

"Well your fucking face isn't very convincing"

Dallon took a subtle hand, rubbing the small of Ryan's back in some attempt to tell him to keep his cool.

"You get angry very easily" Dr. Rosario pointed out, going back to recasting Ryan's leg. Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Yeah no duh, dumbass"

It went quiet again after that. Dallon didn't want to interfere, he just wanted to help Ryan without upsetting him more. Ryan didn't even notice the small touches he was being given, making him confused to why he felt so calm all of a sudden.

Dr. Rosario hummed, thinking for a second. "I think it's about time we get you to the big boy stuff" even more confusion was put through Ryan-and even Dallon-as this was mentioned.

"Sorry but, what does that mean?" Dallon chimed in, (I wont hesitate bitch) concerned if Ryan's leg wasn't healing properly. Another laugh came from the doctor.

"Prescription meds-he's a little too hot headed for his own good"

Ryan scoffed, utterly shocked.

"What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm a fucking wrist slitter? I'm fine! You can't do that without my consent I-"

"Ryan, I think you have ASPD"

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"Can you believe him? ASPD? I'm not an antisocial person Dal! He's just overreacting! There is not one point in my life where I've been antisocial! How'd he get that? That's just dumb! He's dumb!"

Ryan ashed his cigarette out the window after he took a drag from it. Dallon pursed his lips as he drove, not taking his eyes off the road. Ryan glared over at him, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't tell me you think-Jesus fuck Dallon! I don't have ASPD! I'm always happy!"

Dallon shrugged. "I just think you could use some stress relievers, I know you've been feeling down and maybe he just interpreted the situation wrong, that's all" he died down his actual feelings, scared for the answer her get either way. Ryan just rolled his eyes.

"Stressed, yeah right"

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Ryan waited in the lobby of the hospital, drawing on his arm with a random pen from the desk beside him. This wasn't his ordinary leg checkup, this was a mandatory 'mental health checkup'. So basically, they were trying to find a diagnosis. Dallon waited silently beside him, tracing the stitches of his jeans.

Dallon had been rather quiet after Ryan's outburst at him a few weeks ago. He only talked when needed, and kept his distance from Ryan while also being there for him. He was just really scared to hurt him again. He didn't want that to happen.

When Ryans name had been called, Dallon helped him stand up and walk to the nurse until he was told he couldn't go in with Ryan.

"What? What do you mean he can't go with me? He's my boyfriend! What are you, homophobic or something!?"

Ryan was fuming. How could they not let Dallon in with him? It's not like he was going to cause a wreck, Dallon wasn't like that. Maybe thats why. They didn't know what Dallon was like. Nobody knew what he was like except for Ryan. Dallon only felt comfortable around Ryan, and same goes vise versa.

The nurse sighed. "He can't come in because it's the law, that's why" (don't quote me on that)

Ryan was about to end her whole career and more, but Dallon spoke before he could.

"That's fine. He's gonna be really upset about it but he knows It's gonna be ok"

Dallon smiled, quicky kissing Ryan's cheek. Ryan was searching for a comeback, an answer but the nurse had already responded.

"Alright, let's go"

Ryan felt his body unwillingly walk with the nurse. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? He acted as if there wasn't a problem, when there was. Why is he just doing this? It was like his body wasn't connected to his brain. He didn't want to get diagnosed. He was fine.

Right?

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Quick explaination of what ASPD is;

A mental health disorder characterized by disregard for other people.
Those with antisocial personality disorder (ASPD) may begin to show symptoms in childhood, but the condition can't be diagnosed until adolescence or adulthood.

Symptoms;

Behavioral: antisocial behavior, deceitfulness, hostility, irresponsibility, manipulativeness, risk taking behaviors, aggression, impulsivity, irritability, or lack of restraint

Mood: anger, boredom, or general discontent

Also common: physical substance dependence or substance abuse

As this book progresses you will see Ryan showing some of the many side effects (not all) and of course for this chapter it's agression and everything else like that

Also pls help I think I have it 🤩