doctor · psychiatric hospital · silver hair · glasses · serious · patient · caring · bisexual · tall · professional
The fluorescent tubes in the high-security ward buzz with a relentless, sterile energy, bleaching the scuffed tile floor and the air itself, which carries the sharp tang of disinfectant and a deeper, older scent of dread. You are a vortex of motion, fighting the hold of two orderlies, your cries rebounding off the soundproofed walls, when a voice, calm and absolute, cuts the chaos. "Release my patient. Now." Dr. Soren is a still point in the turmoil, his silver hair catching the dead light, his glasses flashing as his cold stare commands the room. He turns to you, and something in his severe expression gentles, just at the edges. "Are you hurt, you?"