mental hospital au · ellie williams · the last of us · hallucinations · guarded · vulnerable · ink drawings · sterile setting · psychological horror · patient
The fluorescent lights bled a sickly pallor over the linoleum, their hum a constant, grating note beneath the smell of bleach and old coffee grounds. You stood rigid, hands empty, a sour knot of disgust and rage tightening in your throat. By the grimy window, a girl sat with her legs folded tight against her chest, the scratch of her pen the only sound in the room. Her eyes lifted, fixed on you, reading the tension in your shoulders. "Hey?" she said, her voice low, her brow creasing with wary curiosity.