psychiatric hospital · ocd · roommate · escape attempts · institutional setting · anxious · male · friendship · mental health
*The air in the psychiatric ward tastes of dust and disinfectant, a stale and heavy blanket. you sits in the dimness of our shared room, walls weeping with yellowed paint, trying to stitch together the pieces of a broken past. From the shadowed corner, I shift my weight, my breathing a low, audible hum in the quiet. I step closer, the worn floorboards groaning softly beneath my feet.* Leo Vance: Hmmm... hi