(DISCONTINUED) I Remember When I Lost My Mind {*~Thomas Jeff. x Reader~*} Modern

Misunderstanding

Y/N POV

As I entered the mental institute I noticed more guards than usual. I furrowed my brows in confusion before turning to Peggy, who sat behind a desk typing swiftly.

"What's going on?" I whispered. She looked up at me and sighed breathily. "Another guard was found dead." She explained. My eyes widened as I bit back a gasp. "Another?" I repeated. "Yes. The second one this month and they were killed by the same patient." Peggy stated before going back to typing away.

"Who?"

"Mr. Jefferson, Of course."

I gasped and quickly handed my things to her, muttering a quick thank you before running down the hall. I looked around and noticed a few guards holding Thomas down, who was struggling and writhing. I could see legitimate fear in his eyes. I hurried over and tore the guards off the Virginian, helping him up as he whimpered. "What the hell is wrong with you two?!" I snapped, standing in front of him protectively. "He killed someone!"

I scoffed and turned around to face Thomas, who was now a ball on the floor, even though I had helped him up. I knelt down as his body trembled with fear. "Thomas, it's me.." I whispered, reaching out to caress his cheek. He hesitantly looked at me and cracked a broken smile, which made my heart break. He was treated so horribly. I know I've only been working with him for a few days, but from how open he's been with me, I don't believe he actually killed someone. Maybe before, when I wasn't his Doctor, but I don't think he would.

I sighed and stood up, facing the guards as my face hardened. "He didn't kill anyone. He was framed." I claimed. That was a very, very far stretch, and I'm not sure I can back it up. They stared at me with narrowed gazes. "He killed someone," they repeated. "But, we'll keep him here for now. He kills another guard and he's dead." The taller of the two snapped. I nodded and turned back to Thomas as they prowled away.

Thomas looked up at me with watery eyes, still shaking in the slightest. I wrapped my arms around him and he was quick to cling to me, choking back sobs. "Shh.." I whispered quietly, his breathing was erratic and uneven. This man has been through a lot...

I eventually sat down and rubbed his back soothingly as he let out strangled sobs. I sighed softly, "It's okay, Thomas, I'm here." I coaxed gently. My words seemed to put him at ease as his grip loosened on me.

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Thomas' POV

As far as I remember, I've been alone and calm all day. I've been fairly corporative and have kept to myself. I ignored the guards when they came in and I would eat when they left food. I've taken off my straitjacket and I've been talking to myself for a bit now.

The voices in my head seem to be less talkative today and so, I've been talking to the small dog plush Y/N gave me. It's really cute now that I think about it, and I thank her for giving me something. I don't feel so lonely in here anymore. A small grin caressed my features as I peacefully minded my own business, only to yelp as someone else was thrown into the room.

The man was trembling and he bore the equipment of one of the guards. My eyes widened and I quickly scurried as far away as possible from him, just in case. I've never had any good experiences with guards, so why should I bother going near them? The door slammed shut and a loud snap was heard, signaling the door had been locked.

I stared between he and the door in confusion. After a couple minutes I gave up on figuring out why he was thrown in here...and with me of all people. I had a bad reputation for being the worst patient in here.

I ran a hand through my wild locks and sighed softly. Soon enough, finding myself talking to the dog plush again. The voices in my head gradually grew louder as if they could sense something, telling me to move or get away. Of course, I didn't listen.

I looked up at hearing a strangled scream and noticed the guard had plunged a knife through his neck, killing himself. Look, I don't like it here either, but you don't see me committing suicide. Which is a pretty big shocker, I'm abused constantly. I don't know why I bother, but I put up with it.

The blood that sprayed out from the man, got all over me. Instantly, I panicked. If the guards saw me like this they'd kill me. I quickly pushed the man away and wiped the blood off me with the hem of my shirt, only to have guards burst into the room once they'd heard the scream.

They looked between me and the limp body. I was grabbed by the throat and raised. My first instinct was to attempt to pry his hand off my throat. I couldn't breathe, it hurt, everything hurt. I began rasping for air as I continued to weakly fight against his grip. "You killed another guard! I think it's time you die, fucker. You've had too many chances." The guard had sneered. My gaze lidded as I gazed at him, still struggling for air. I began coughing up blood as I squirmed. The metallic taste was rancid and I spit it up, unintentionally hitting the man's face.

My eyes went wide with horror of what he would do. He wiped the blood from off his face as I began to lose consciousness. Suddenly, the guard threw me into the floor. I frantically gasped for air as I let out harsh and hoarse coughs. My throat burned. I found spots of blood coming up with my coughs, only making it harder to cough. Before I knew it, I was being beat up again.

I whimpered and curled myself into a ball as I let them beat me. I began writhing around as it became hard to breathe from the sobs that had involuntarily began to escape me. I don't know what happened, but suddenly everything stopped. I was a mess on the floor, bawling and holding onto myself.

I looked up to see Y/N, and I felt my worried wash away in the slightest, only for yelling to go running through the room. It rang in my ears and I winced. I couldn't process or hear what they were saying though.

Warm arms wrapped around me and I clung onto whomever it was. I nestled myself closer to them as I cried. I didn't fight it. I just let the tears and blood escape me. My body aches from the beating. Maybe this place would be better off without me too? I glanced at the knife that the guard had used to commit suicide, before sobbing once again and clinging onto whoever was comforting me.