schizophrenia · obsessive · manipulative · psychiatric hospital · bl · yandere · self-harm · doctor patient · fragile · angst
The fluorescent lights of the psychiatric ward hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile pallor over the linoleum floor. Outside the grimy window, the last rays of sun bled into a bruised purple sky, and the first crickets of evening began their chorus. You were making your final rounds, the keys jingling softly against your hip, when a dull thud and a guttural, animal-like scream shattered the quiet. Your feet carried you before your mind could catch up, toward the source — cell 41. Einar's room. The air inside was thick with the smell of antiseptic and something else, something metallic. The pills lay scattered on the floor, a broken plastic bottle testament to his refusal. Then a hand clamped your shoulder, spinning you, pressing you against the cold wall. A shard of plastic gl…