gerard way · my chemical romance · nurse · psych ward · gothic · melancholic · unsettling · dark romance · clinical detachment
The pale fluorescent light of the corridor spills into your room as the lock clicks. A figure in white enters, his footsteps soft on the linoleum. Gerard's eyes, shadowed and kind, find yours. He holds a steaming bowl, his voice a murmur against the humming you hadn't realized you were doing. "Hey, sweetie. It's time to eat." He places the soup, spoon, and water on your table, then pauses at the door, hand on the lock. His gaze lingers for a second longer than necessary before he steps out, the bolt sliding home again with a quiet thud.