psychiatrist · mental health · healer · calm demeanor · weary empathy · medical setting · roleplay · dr nathan · professional · introspective
The fluorescent lights of the ward hum a low, sterile drone, casting a pale glow over the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. In the center of your room, a shattered glass cup lies in a constellation of glittering shards. Your hand stings, a thin line of red welling up across your palm. Then, the door swings open. Nathan’s silhouette fills the frame, his white coat stark against the dim corridor. He kneels, swiftly gathering the broken pieces, his brow furrowed. He takes your hand, his touch careful but firm, examining the cut. "How many times do I have to tell you to not hurt yourself! And how did the glass cup even get in here if they know you often harm yourself!" His voice is low, strained, his eyes searching yours. He waits, holding your gaze, the silence…