Jongup frowned at the large textbook, struggling intensely to find a certain word in the glossary. He refused to be beaten by his paper foe. Every word, every symbol and every punctuation point seemed to blend together into an unintelligible mess. Yongguk had just gotten back from the hospital. The two had found him lying out cold on Zelo's bedroom floor. Zelo, wide eyed in shock had not moved from his spot. If anything, he moved away from the unconscious man.

"What are you doing, Jongup?"

Jongup lifted his head to see Youngjae looking straight at him with a single raised brow.

Jongup passed him a small jagged piece of ripped up paper with a long medical word written in his basic, infant-esque scrawl. Youngjae squinted at it strutinisingly.

"That's an antidepressant."

"I know." Jongup answered simply.

Youngjae flipped to the right page expertly and pointed at the array of numbers on the glossy paper. "Why do you need an antidepressant of that milligram?"

"Yongguk looks tired recently. I thought I'd help out by seeing to some of his other patients to lighten his load." Jongup lied smoothly.

Youngjae was unconvinced.

"Wouldn't they already have their medication?"

"Repeat perscription. Yongguk had the files with him and he's in hospital."

"He's coming back soon."

Jongup got agitated.

"Is it so bad that I want to help?"

If there was one thing he absolutely despised, it was being looked down upon. He knew fine well he wasn't as mentally capable as anyone else in the profession, but he worked at least twice as hard. Even harder than Yongguk. Youngjae ignored him.

"If you don't have the file, how do you know what to perscribe?"

"It's not that hard, Youngjae. I know symptoms like the back of my hand."

"The pills increase the levels and likelihood of psychosis."

"I know. Why would I give a patient this tablets if they were already hallucinating?"

"I just hope you know what you're doing."

Jongup stood up, his chair toppling over from the impact. It fell over with an almighty crash. His face was flushing deeply, both with anger and embarrasment. Embarrasment over the fact that the one person who means everything to him is still doubting him and seeing him as less able. Imcompetant.

"I wish you wouldn't look down on me!" He shouted, vaguely hearing his voice echoing down the corridor.

Youngjae remained uneffected.

Before storming out of the room to collect his medications, he heard a small voice belonging to Youngjae.

"Don't get involved. Please."