Prazosin is used with or without other medications to treat high blood pressure. Lowering high blood pressure helps prevent strokes, heart attacks, and kidney problems. Prazosin belongs to a class of medications called alpha blockers. It works by relaxing and widening blood vessels so blood can flow more easily. It has also been used to treat PTSD nightmares.

Jimin POV

"Stop! No! Let me go! I don't want this!" Taehyung shouted in his sleep, body thrashing, shaking the entire bed, waking me up.

"Tae?" I spoke, trying to shake him awake.

"No! Don't touch me! It hurts, please, make it stop!"

I sighed, grabbing my phone and dialing the one person who might know what to do.

"Jungkook? Hey, sorry it's so late."

"Um, who is this?"

"Jimin. From the group."

"Ah. Okay, uh, why are you calling me at three in the morning?" Jungkook definitely sounded annoyed.

"I don't know who else to call. Taehyung is screaming and kicking in his sleep. I tried to wake him up and he yelled to let go. I don't know what to do here."

Jungkook sighed. I could hear shuffling on the other end of the line. "Text me the address."

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Twenty minutes later.

Yoongi POV.

My foot pressed even harder onto the pedal, making my car speed up. I was now going almost double the speed limit of the city streets, but I wasn't worried.

"You're lucky you're my best friend. Nobody else gets away with waking me up at three am."

Jungkook chuckled anxiously next to me. His fingers tapping against his thighs.

"Fuck," I whispered at the sight of red and blue lights flashing behind my vehicle.

I pulled over, putting my car in park.

"Shit, we don't have time for this!" Jungkook groaned, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the headrest.

"Sir, your license and proof of insurance," the police officer spoke in a drawled out voice.

I handed him the documentation, watching as he verified they were real.

He raised an eyebrow. "You do realize how fast you were going?"

I nodded. "Yes sir. I am a licensed psychiatrist and one of my clients, his boyfriend," I pointed at Jungkook, "is having a complete mental breakdown at his friend's house. I'm needed over there to talk him through it. He's had some... tragedies."

The officer eyed me suspiciously. "May I see proof of your licensure?"

"Of course." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a laminated mini-copy of my psychiatrist's license. "I do apologize for speeding, officer, but I'm trying to get across town for my client. The longer he is like this, the worse it'll be."

The officer sighed. "Okay, since everything seems legit and I'm just too tired of working night shifts to deal with it, you're free to go. Just... forget I pulled you over. And stop speeding." The officer walked back to his car.

Y'all I know this is not how it works. It's fanfiction.

I immediately resumed driving, only slowing down slightly from my previous speed.

"He's not my boyfriend," Jungkook mumbled.

"Oh hush."

••

Jimin POV

"Jungkook, thank you for coming! And you, I don't know who you are but he's in my room." I stated, showing them down the hallway to my bedroom.

The stranger nodded and walked to Taehyung, while Jungkook stood in the doorway.

"Why is he in your bed?" He asked, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

My eyes grew wide. "Oh! We were having a sleepover. He told me he sleeps better when he has someone to cuddle with. Although... I don't know. Seeing him like this is heartbreaking."

Jungkook sighed. "Well, Yoongi will know what to do."

My eyes averted to Yoongi as he examined Taehyung.

"He seems to be having a PTSD episode. He is reliving whatever traumatic moment in his sleep." Yoongi spoke, taking a deep breath and rubbing his hands together. He clapped his hands together once, directly next to Taehyung's left ear, who immediately jolted awake.

Sweat glistened across his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"W-What is everyone doing staring at me?" He asked, voice raspy.

I gave him a small smile. "You were having a nightmare of sorts, and I called Jungkook for help."

"And I called Yoongi." Jungkook spoke, giving his best friend a nod.

Taehyung pressed his knees against his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees. "So... you all know about my sister now?"

Jungkook sat on the corner of the bed. "No actually. You never mentioned any names or relevant information."

"Oh."

Yoongi pulled up a chair from Taehyung's desk, sitting next to the bed. I still stood in the doorway, taking in the whole situation.

"Have you told anyone about your trauma?" Yoongi spoke gently.

Taehyung shook his head. "I used drugs instead. They helped me cope."

"If you'd like, I can be an ear to listen," Yoongi offered. His eyes met mine and Jungkook's. "These two could leave and we can discuss it in private."

Taehyung gnawed on his bottom lip for a bit before shaking his head once again. "They're the closest people I have in my life. They should know." He took a shaky breath. "Take a seat and prepare yourselves boys."

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Next chapter dives deeper into the trauma that led Tae to his drug addiction.

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