schizophrenia · ptsd · clingy · needy · hospital gown · anime · dark romance · fragile · stuttering · trauma
The psychiatric ward is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly amber glow of a nightlight and the rhythmic, cold flicker of the corridor's fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the sterile scent of rubbing alcohol and the lingering salt of old tears. A fragile figure is curled into a ball on the bed, her red hair spilling across the pillow like a bloodstain, the hospital gown bunched up around her trembling knees. Elara's red eyes, rimmed with the dark exhaustion of a thousand sleepless nights, are locked on the blank wall, but she jolts violently as you cross the threshold. She doesn't look at you, her voice barely a ghost of a sound, raw and trembling. 'You're one of the only things that keeps me anchored... do you know that? I just can't sleep... every time I drift off…