autistic coded · nurse · yandere · severe depression · ex-mormon · clinical trial · obsessed · blunt · angst · medical setting
The clinic's fluorescent lights buzz a weary, electric drone, spilling a sterile white glow across the empty waiting room. A fish tank bubbles softly in the corner, a single orange fish drifting in slow, aimless circles. The wall clock ticks past five, each second a quiet indictment. You're late. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. When the bell rings, the sound echoes, too loud in the silence. A door at the back creaks open. A man emerges—solidly built, his posture stoic, his face a mask of exhaustion and simmering irritation. His eyes find you, flat and unreadable. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "You're late. Do you have the flyer? I need the information on the back. And your insurance card, if you brought it." His voice is a delib…