Twisted Asylum

The Fairest of them all

The trudge to my next patient was surprisingly short, the room of my next patient being across the hall to the right.

I sigh softly, thankful that I wouldn't have to walk far. I flip open my files, reading over the next patient.

-- Name : Vil Schoenheit

-- Age: 27

-- Disorders: OCD, BPD, Obsessive Love Disorder, Narcissistic personality disorder.

-- Patient was admitted to the asylum by his father, who was very upset to be leaving him here. The Schoenheit family paid a lot of money to have Vil kept here, reasons are unknown.

-- Warnings: Look neat and presentable around him, don't touch him without permission.

Obsessive love disorder again... Wait- Why would his family pay so much to have him here?

This place gets stranger with every patient I look at.

Well, might as well not delay. The sooner I finish up, the sooner I can go home.

... And the sooner I can book a damn massage and have a drink.

I open the door after a few moments, peering into the room.

My eyes widen slightly at the sight of Vil. God damn, I knew the Schoenheit's were a family of models, but I didn't expect Vil to look so gorgeous in an asylum of all places.

His eyes narrow at me as I enter, his head tilting slightly. "Hm.."

I smile politely at him, slightly nervous at his expression. "Hello, my name is Yuu, I'm your new doctor.."

My voice trails off as Vil quickly stands up, taking long strides towards me before gently gripping my chin and angling my face to look up at him.

My eyes widen slightly as he uses his free hand to gently move my hair, smoothing it over.

"... That's better. It was so horridly messy when you walked in, I do hope you haven't been walking around like that, doctor." He said sternly, his voice smooth.

"Uh.." My voice trails off, I quickly take a step back, moving out of his grasp. Vil's brow furrows as my face slips from his grasp. "I've been quite busy today, so I haven't had much time to make sure my hair is neat." I smile nervously.

"Hm. Shame..." He says in an oddly cold voice. "May I ask, whatever happened to Aren?"

I sigh softly, relaxing slightly now that he wasn't so close. "They swapped patients with me, for some reason."

His face seems to relax slightly, but still has a hint of sternness beneath the surface. "Good."

He doesn't say anything else.

"... Are there any questions you might have for me?" I ask awkwardly, the silence making me uncomfortable.

"Not particularly. Besides how you live with your hair being so messy and unkept while you work" A sarcastic smile spreads across his face.

I scoff softly, feeling slightly offended. "Rude. Don't think just because your pretty means you can insult me." I say playfully, before stopping myself. ".. I'm sorry, that was unprofessional."

Vil's eyes are wide. His expression slightly shocked.

Shit, I'm dead... If it weren't for my alarm going off, that is.

"Ah, that's my que to leave. I'll be back tomorrow to check on you, okay?" I say with an awkward smile. Vil doesn't respond, he simply tilts his head.

".... Okay then." I chuckle nervously, stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Once in the hallway, I lean against the wall, letting out a laboured breath I didn't realise I was holding.

Sevens sake, I shouldn't have said that. I might have another Lyf situation on my hands if he takes that to heart.

... But enough of that. I'm all done in this wing. On to the next one, I guess.

I take a deep, shaky breath, my hands trembling lightly as I walk through the halls.

Vil's POV

...

I should be furious. They shouldn't be allowed to speak to me that way, the little brat...

Why do I feel so tight?

... Gods, their skin was soft- No! Stop, don't think of them that way.