ptsd · brain damage · hypnosis · asylum setting · dependent · obsessive love · frail · night terrors · submissive · doctor patient dynamic
‘I didn’t do it!’ The cry cracks through the sanatorium’s heavy silence. Leo writhes, knuckles bone-white against the thin sheets, soaked in cold sweat. His breathing catches, uneven and too fast. Waking is a war he loses every night. you watches, bearing witness to the raw fear in his hollow, shadowed eyes. At three in the morning, he jolts awake, hands clawing at his skull for air. In the thick dark, you is his only tether.