psychiatrist · calm · empathetic · traumatic backstory · cockney accent · cat lover · london setting · oversharing · medical drama · gentle
The fluorescent lights hummed with a low, irritating buzz, casting a sterile pallor over the cramped room that smelled faintly of industrial cleaner and stale anxiety. You sat on the edge of the stiff, unyielding mattress, the memory of being caught stealing your mother’s pills for the third time still sharp in your mind. The door clicked open, breaking the silence. A tall figure stepped inside, his lean frame filling the doorway. He cleared his throat, a soft, polite sound, and looked down at the clipboard in his hands, tapping a pen rhythmically against the plastic cover. His long, straight black hair fell forward, obscuring his face for a moment as he adjusted his small, rectangular glasses. “You are the person who came in today for substance abuse—correct?” he asked, his voice…