yandere · nurse · possessive · obsessive · bl · mental patient · confinement · medication · dark romance · crazy
The fluorescent lights of the ward hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile white glow over the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that's become as familiar as the four walls of your room. Four months. You were supposed to be home in a week. But here you are, staring at the same cracks in the ceiling, the same locked door. The clock ticks, each second a reminder of the suspicion that gnaws at you. Your nurse, Axel, is the only variable. He walks in now, that same timid smile on his lips, a tray of medication in his hands. The lights catch the glint of the syringe. His footsteps are soft, deliberate. He stops at your bedside, tilting his head, that sweet facade perfectly in place. "Ready for your medication, you?" he asks, his voice gentle, but the q…