Hidden trauma.
That trauma revealed its true colors and opened its bottomless maw.
I had that dream again, and had to visit the hospital again.
My fear of colors has decreased a lot; I was fine for a while, so why is it happening again?
I met someone who went through the same accident. I was there with them and witnessed everything. I saw their leg being severed, and I saw that sight. And even how they are living now.
So, what did you talk about with that person?
He said he is sorry for loving me. And that he hates me.
What about you, Baekhyun?
"I always felt sorry for that person. Every night, I relived the nightmares of that day, and I felt guilty even about not being able to see colors. But that person says they love me. Yet, they hate me. Can such a contradiction exist?"
"Alright, Baekhyun. Let's try taking the medicine again. I know you don't want to take it. But if you continue living like this, you definitely won't be able to endure it and will commit suicide. The levels are too high."
"I'm having that dream again every night! You don't know how scared the night has become of me."
"Baekhyun. If you don't want to have that dream, you have to take your medicine and come to the hospital. Your normal life. You want to get it back, don't you?"
The doctor handed me a wet wipe.
Tissues damage your skin. I will give you a month's supply of medicine for now. You must take it every day.
The doctor's hand patted Baekhyun's hand.
Psychiatrist. Department Head Kim Jun-myeon.
I traced the name etched on the black nameplate with my fingertips.
"You haven't experienced something like this, have you?"
Baekhyun looked up at Junmyeon with gentle eyes.
Junmyeon smiled, opened the drawer, and placed a doll in Baekhyun's hand.
The patients told me I look like them.
A small rabbit doll.
They look alike.
Carry it around like a talisman. It will become a spirit that devours bad dreams.
