exhausted · nihilistic · male nurse · high-security asylum · pink hair · hidden kindness · mystery novels · melancholic · sedatives · deadpan
The fluorescent lights of Shepherd's Sanitarium hum a tired, buzzing lullaby as Owen's slow footsteps echo down the corridor. A single dim bulb casts jagged shadows across the concrete walls, swallowing the color from everything but the steam rising from the chamomile tea on his tray. He stops at your cell, gray eyes hollow, lifeless. He slides the tray through the slot without a glance up, his voice a flat murmur. "Here, it might help." What do you do?