The place was quiet and calming in one way or another. A nurse was sitting behind the reception desk, handling incoming phone calls. A few people sat on some available seats, seemingly waiting for a doctor. I approached the reception desk; the chocolate-haired nurse looked up to me, "Can I help you sir?"

"Uh…yes, I'm looking for Demyx; I'm sent from Axel." I said nervously.

"Did you make an appointment?" The usual question. "No." The usual answer.

"Did you just mention Axel?" A voice inquired unexpectedly; I turned to the source of the voice and saw a blond mohawk-haired man. "Yes…and you are?"

"I'm Demyx." He noted, "How's Axel? Is he still with that blond kid…what's his name…?"

"Are you talking about Roxas?"

"Yes! Wait- you know him too?"

"He's my twin brother."

"Ah I see…" Demyx nodded, "Well may I have your name?"

"I'm Sora." Demyx held out his hand for a shake and I did so. Then he led me into what appeared to be his office. I sat down at the proper chair and he sat across the table.

"So what brought you here?"

"I heard from Axel that you are going to run a rehabilitation program."

"Yes…are you participating?" He asked rather uncomfortably.

"No… But I was wondering if it could help my uh…partner."

"Why don't you tell me about your partner's condition?"

This is going to be a long story… I took a deep breath before starting, "Well at first we met and we got married after a while and everything was okay. Until one night he said his 'old friends' were coming back to visit him, so he would stay out later than usual… I didn't think it was anything special back then so I just kind of shrugged. When he came back…he wasn't very much balanced on his feet. And I thought that it was just a few drinks he had. But things started going wrong afterwards. Later our gas supply got cut off and I had to check what happened, it was then that I realized he hadn't pay our bills and stuff. I asked him what was going on but every time he just yelled back at me and we started arguing a lot. So I checked his bank account and I found out that he has been transferring money to a drug dealer. I tried to persuade him to get medical help but it was no use…"

"So you decided to come here." Demyx finished for me; I nodded. "Alright that's fine. Do you know what kind of drug he's taking?"

"Cocaine; and I know it's very expensive."

"Yes it is indeed. And what is your partner's name?"

"His name is Riku. So how does your rehabilitation program works?"

"Well you see, by the legal definition, a drug abuser is unable to give consent. So if an addict refuses to participate in rehabilitation program, much like Riku himself; the direct family has the right to decide for him." He pulled out a booklet and a piece of paper that appears to be a form of some sort, "In other words, once you've filled out the required fields about him on this form and signed in this box," He pointed at a signature box at the bottom of the form, "Riku is officially attending this program. He will be sent to our rehabilitation camp, which is located here in Pride Lands." He pointed at a map on the booklet, "This program lasts for three years. Its major perspectives are, of course, to help addicts quit their addiction, and also to rebuild their self-confidence so they could re-enter the society and restore to their normal lives. During the first year, the participants will be arranged to get to know each other, their backgrounds and histories, then we would start with activities to build trust between them. Of course we would also start chemical treatments right away. During the second year, we would focus on the physical health and training, more education on the benefits and losses of quitting an addiction. Yes, both benefits and losses; we can't hide the truth away from them. We should tell them everything they need to let them make a choice; we'd discuss about the philosophy of worthiness, like 'Is it worthy to give up a family over drugs and temporary feelings of high?' During the last year, we would prepare them for the restoration of their lives; tell them what there is out there waiting for them, and discussion activities to let them tell us about how they feel after joining this curriculum and whether it had helped them or not."

That seemed to be a fantastic plan; at least to me. I stayed silent for a while, deep in thoughts. What if Riku refuses to even get on the car? What if he runs away? What if he won't change even after the program? What if I'm just thinking too much?

"Do you want some time to consider this idea?" Demyx asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"No, I'll sign it." I said with determination, "I'll force him onto the car even if I have to." This caused Demyx to chuckle, "Chill out, I'm sure there's a part of him that wants a change too."

Oh yeah. Why haven't I thought of that earlier? After all, he was not the one taking the drug voluntarily in the first place. He even said he was sorry after that incident; yes, some part of Riku was still there, hidden and asleep under that thick coat of cocaine… I nodded and smiled, then began to fill out the form in hopes of a change for something better.


A/N: I have NO IDEA what rehab programs are like; this is just a fusion of some research and my imagination, so I'm sorry if it's really straying from the reality... XD