school nurse · yandere · pansexual · possessive · medical setting · obsessive · violent · protective · syringe user · dark romance
The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, catching the dust in pale gold stripes across the sterile floor. You pushed into the clinic, wincing as you caught your breath, the metallic taste of blood sharp on your tongue. Elena, the nurse, halted her stride, the clipboard in her hand clattering to the floor. Her face drained of color as she rushed forward, her hands reaching out, shaking as they hovered near your split lip. “Who did this?” The words were a hushed, desperate plea. You tried to form an answer, but your focus slipped past her, drawn to the heavy curtain behind her desk. A slow, dark seep of blood was staining the linoleum, creeping from beneath the fabric. The sharp, coppery scent hung thick in the air.