𝗨𝗡𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 • 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘

𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝘂

warnings : obsession , mental illness.

genre : au 

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you where always inturged with psychology, from the age of seven you where sitting down with your teddy bears and giving them fake mental problems that you could talk about. once you got the opportunity to learn more you immediately flew through high-school, went to university and got a job at an psych ward. weird right? not really, you enjoyed working there and talking to patients. some better then others but it didn't matter, you loved it.

"ms. harris abandoned this case." the receptionist stated, her thick accent threading through each word that came out of her lips. handing the folder to you, a sticky note from ms. harris on the front with the following words in a bright red pen.

"watch out for him"

"hm.." you hummed walking down the cold hallway looking through the folder, your feet making a tapping sound every time they hit the floor. you didn't understand what she quite meant by that, he didn't seem very dangerous judging from his profile. the main problem is the attachment issues, once he find's someone he likes he gets very aggressive and is willing to do anything to anyone to have that person.

he was currently in the safe room, with thick white plush walls and in a straitjacket. apparently he had fallen in 'love' with one of the nurses and sent a death threat to her husband. god this dude is gonna be a piece of work but you where ready for it.

you sighed as you opened the door, seeing him sitting there with a smile on his face. he was waiting for you, you decided to brush off what was on the sticky note. yes he was extremely possessive but he didn't seem actually dangerous.. right?

"hello there." you stated walking inside, closing the door behind you. looking at the back wall knowing that there where people watching this entire encounter, you sat down next to him maybe a bit to close for comfort.

"so.. peter, as a kid what kind of environment did you come from?" his face furrowed, he didn't like that question and you could tell in his change of body language.

"do i have to answer?" he murmured softly, rocking back and forth softly. looking down at the floor.

"no, but i would be very happy if you did." you smiled at him, he sighed softly before clearing his throat.

"it wasn't good, i don't wanna talk about it." he stated, re-crossing his legs as you wrote some things you noticed from his body language.

you nodded, looking at his list medications. there was at least 12, your face furrowed softy  writing down at his notes to talk to his pharmacist to see what most of these drugs are for.

"i like your hair." he stated abruptly, you smiled at him once again. placing down your clip board before scooting towards him a little bit.

"thank you peter, do you mind telling me why you take so many medications?" you asked, you might not have to talk to that pharmacist. you didn't really like him overall, he kept making inappropriate comments every time you were around.

"well.. they say i'm not very 'healthy' but i think i'm fine." he shrugged it off, you wrote that down. you didn't understand why they would tell him that?

"how did that make you feel?" you stated.

"like they called me crazy." you hummed, you had been in the room long enough. it was time to tell peter goodbye, you stood up brushing off your pants.

"well thank you for chatting with me peter." you stated walking toward the door only to be called out a few moments later.

"wait! are you coming back tomorrow?" he asked, a sad look on his face. you had only speaken to him for a hour and his possessive nature was already showing.

"erm, most likely." you cleared your throat, he had a huge grin on his face. he was a little bit too happy, you two were barley acquaintances?

you walked out clearing your throat, time to talk to that pharmacist.

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you walked into the office with a coffee in hand, new day.

you had peter later in your schedule but when you walked by the safe room you heard some screaming.

you never really intruded on things like this but you where interested.. very interested .

you opened the door to see peter with a pencil in hand, holding it up making it look like he was going to stab the officers.

"MISS Y/N PLEASE PAGE MISS LUCY." the officer raised his voice, you shook your head walking into the room.

once peter saw you he had a face of guilt, like a young child seeing their parent after getting suspended from school. he dropped the pencil and looked at the floor, you got up and ushered the police officers out the room.

once they left it was now just you and peter. the silence was loud, once he finally looked up at you, it looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"what's gotten into you?" you asked examing the small pencil, it was very dull. definitely couldn't perce through skin but would make a scratch.

"i-i don't know." he studdered, his face begging for forgiveness. you didn't really know if he would hurt the officers but you where interested why.

"why'd you do that?" you asked placing the pencil in your coat pocket at he looked away in shame.

"why were gonna give me a flu shot." it was so innocent it was funny, you didn't wanna laugh at peters fears but you did smile a little bit.

"so you where gonna stab them with a pencil and make your clean escape?" you joked, he chucked lightly before shrugging.

"i don't really know what i would've done after that, i just wanted them to leave me alone."

you looked around the room, when they give patients a pencil they normally give them some paper. either to write a note with or draw, and you saw that paper sitting on the floor in the corner.

you walked over and picked it up, on the paper sat a little scribble of you and peter holding hands. you had on your classic white coat and peter had on his jacket but his hands weren't wrapped, it was cute.

"did you draw this?" you asked small paper in hand, patients only got 1 piece of paper every two weeks so you felt a little special he used his paper on you.

"oh, yeah. d-do you like it?" he asked, you nodded examing it. he had noticed that you put your hair in a bun under your head scarf.

"does this mean we're friends?" he asked again as you chucked, nodding and sticking it  in your pocket.

"but we need to get you to the infirmary for your shot." you informed, he looked away. you crouched down unbuckling his hand buckles before grabbing his hand like in the picture .

while you walked him to the infirmary you did get a lot of weird stares but that didn't matter, because he got his flue shot with no fuss, no one got stabbed by any pencils.

and you had a new friend.

A/N : 1225 words, look at me being fancy lol. anyways i kinda wanna do a part 2.