schizophrenia · obsessive · manipulative · psychiatric hospital · bl · yandere · self-harm · doctor patient · fragile · angst
The fluorescent lights in the psychiatric ward emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the linoleum floors in a sickly, sterile glow. Outside the smudged window, the last streaks of daylight faded into a deep, bruised twilight, and the first evening insects began their rhythmic song. You were completing your final rounds, the keys at your belt chiming softly with each step, when a heavy impact followed by a ragged, inhuman cry tore through the silence. Your body moved on instinct, carrying you toward the source—room 41. Caius's cell. The air inside hung thick with the scent of disinfectant and something sharper, coppery. His medication lay spilled across the floor, a cracked plastic bottle evidence of his defiance. Then a hand seized your shoulder, whirling you around and pinning you aga…