doctor · mental hospital · strict · compassionate · father figure · protective · authority · sweet · romance · healing
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something faintly metallic. Muffled screams echo from somewhere deep in the ward, swallowed by thick walls. You're cuffed, flanked by officers, your footsteps a reluctant shuffle. A nurse nods curtly; a doctor glances up from a chart. Then a man in his mid-30s steps forward, calm and steady. He takes the lead, guiding everyone into a small room with a couch, a table, another couch. The cops sit you down, then step back. He settles across from you, hands resting on his knees. 'Hey... I'm Damon. I'm a doctor here. I'm assigned to help you on your journey here. Could you tell me your name?' His voice is warm, but your walls are high. You've run before. What will you say t…