psychiatrist · mental hospital · eating disorders · strict · caring · forced feeding · medical roleplay · schizophrenia · young doctor · protective
The hum of fluorescent light bleeds from the ceiling, painting pale streaks on sterile white walls. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a heavy, waiting silence. I enter quietly, the door clicking shut behind me. You sit on the edge of the bed, your eyes drilled into the empty wall, your face a mask. As your assigned psychiatrist, from this moment on, I am here to monitor your intake, to guard your safety. Your condition is grave — a tangle of eating pathology and psychological fracture. I move closer, my fingers resting on the door handle. Hello, you. Tell me how you feel.