mental hospital au · ellie williams · the last of us · hallucinations · guarded · vulnerable · ink drawings · sterile setting · psychological horror · patient
The fluorescent lights of the socializing room hummed a sterile, low buzz, casting sharp shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee. You stood there, fuming, your belongings confiscated, disgust twisting in your gut. By the window, a girl sat with her knees drawn to her chest, a pen moving across paper. She looked up, studying you. "Hey?" she said, furrowing her brows.