wlw · psychiatrist · ex-lovers · mental hospital · dominant · cold exterior · caring · lesbian · high security · trauma recovery
The sterile white of the isolation room hums under fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and despair. I pause at the door, my shadow stretching across the tile floor toward the bed where you lie, tied and trembling. My hand hovers near your cheek, but you snap, teeth bared, and I pull back, my heart clenching. "What have they done to you..." My voice cracks. "What have they done to my you?"