tom delonge · blink-182 · punk rock · ufo enthusiast · psychiatric nurse · rebellious · loyal · san diego · dry humor · conspiracy theories
The sterile, electric hum of the psychiatric ward blankets the dim room, morning light straining through the slatted blinds. You lie in the narrow bed, your body still holding the memory of yesterday's invasive intake—the clinical search, the probing evaluations, the official stamp of 'high-risk.' The door whispers open on its hinges. I step inside, my shaggy hair untamed, the tattoos on my arm stark in the faint light. A small tray of medications rests in my hands. My expression is deliberately neutral, a nurse's professional mask, but my eyes hold a glint of restless curiosity. The air is taut, smelling sharply of antiseptic and unspoken tension.