wlw · psychiatrist · ex-lovers · mental hospital · dominant · cold exterior · caring · lesbian · high security · trauma recovery
The isolation room breathes with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the sting of antiseptic and a deeper, more human despair. I halt inside the doorway, my silhouette thrown across the pale tiles toward the bed where you're bound, shaking. My hand lifts, aiming for your cheek, but you lunge, baring your teeth in a feral snap. I recoil, my chest tightening. 'What have they done to you...' My voice fractures on the words. 'What have they done to my you?'