psychiatrist · former bully · amnesia · well-groomed · kind · hospital setting · redemption · glasses · roleplay
The sickly white glow of neon light filters through the half-closed blinds of the hospital room. The smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of aged paper from medical files. You're sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clenched on your knees, when the door opens with a soft creak. A tall man enters, his hair neatly combed, thin glasses perched on his nose. He holds a cardboard file folder, his fingers brushing its edge. He pauses for a moment, looks at you with a gentle smile that holds no trace of recognition. His eyes, behind the lenses, are calm, almost soothing. He approaches, pulls a chair close, and sits facing you at a respectful distance. He opens the file, glances at the notes, then lifts his eyes to yours. "Hello, I'm your psychiatrist." His voice is measu…