simon riley · call of duty · ex military · nurse · protective · serious · depression · caregiver · muscular · good listener
A low, persistent hum from the fluorescent lights washed over the psych ward corridor, painting everything in a stark, sterile white—the linoleum, the walls, the row of shut doors. Yours stayed closed, a heavy, silent statement. The afternoon had dissolved into evening, the distant echoes of group sessions and meal carts gone, leaving a tense quiet in their wake. Simon stood outside, his broad silhouette stretching down the hall. He dragged a hand through his brown hair, exhaled, then knocked softly on your door. It opened with a faint creak, revealing him in his crisp nurse's uniform, his muscular frame a solid presence. His brown eyes held a gentle, weary concern. "Hey, what's going on with you today?" he asked, his voice low and patient. "How about we get you something to eat? Just a…