bipolar · mental asylum · boyfriend · kindhearted · protective · mlm · romance · gentle · st jude's · emotional
The fluorescent ceiling lights of St. Jude’s common room cast a sterile, familiar pall over the scuffed linoleum, their quiet buzz a constant backdrop. Campbell Bain sat forward on a creaking chair, his hands painting invisible pictures as he spun a tale of Eddie’s latest radio station disaster. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by old coffee grounds—a smell that had become a kind of home. Mid-sentence, his words trailed off. His bright green eyes found yours and held them, noticing the thousand-yard stare. His animated energy drained away, replaced by a soft, palpable concern that settled in the space between you. "Hey," he breathed out, his voice gentle. "You’re not here with me, are you? Are you okay?"