Psychosis (Yungblud x Reader)

Eight

Y/N = Your Name

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Your POV

I don't know when I first realized I was getting myself into trouble, or maybe I didn't realize it at all.

Something just snapped inside me.

Something that made Dominic the center of my world.

Something toxic, something lethal.

It was at that point I had realized I was in too deep to fight it. It consumed my entire being, became my whole existence.

It didn't happen fast, in fact it was a slow descent. Falling deeper into the seemingly bottomless emerald void, a steady spiral into madness that I couldn't pull myself out of.

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By 10 pm the hospital halls are dark and silent. All of the overnight workers have clocked in for their shifts, and the day workers have left.

However I am still here.

The case with my work is practically unheard of, so there really aren't limits to when I'm allowed to be here, and I take full advantage of that.

Quietly I make my way to the patient's belongings storage. I fumble with my key ring until I find the particular one I'm searching for. As silently as possible, I unlock the door and look both ways down the hall before stepping inside. I cautiously close the door behind me, and turn to scan the room. I notice a pile of suitcases in the corner of the room, I assume what I'm looking for is among them.

I get on my knees and sift through the bags. I look at each of the tags on the handles, but none of them match the description I'm looking for.

I scan the pile again, and a tag poking out the bottom of the stack catches my eye, from what I can see, it reads Doncaster Sheffield Airport.

I pull it out from the rubble of luggage, being careful to not pull the rest of the bags down with it in the process. Once I have the suitcase free, I read the rest of the tag.

Dominic Harrison

Departing Doncaster Sheffield Airport

Arriving at San Francisco International Airport

I grab the bag and quickly leave the storage room. I close and lock the door behind me, making my way back to the Adolescent ward. Once I am back within the familiar halls of the ward, I cross the halls to the ICU, moving directly towards room 11, the all too familiar prison that holds my love captive.

I set the suitcase down and grab my keys out of my white hospital coat. I proceed to unlock the door, silently entering the dark room.

"Dom?" I whisper as I scan the room, but he is nowhere to be seen. I step inside farther, looking towards the far corners of the room where he typically sits.

"Here I am!" Dom says as he jumps out from behind the door.

I gasp much too loudly, my heart practically jumping out of my chest, but he just laughs.

"Jesus Christ Dominic, you scared me." I say trying to catch my breath.

"Clearly." He says giggling.

I just give him a sarcastic smile and roll my eyes, still trying to calm my racing heartbeat.

"Ah come on, don't be mad at me love." He says pouting playfully, and I can't help but melt at his expression.

"Fine." I say giving in. I always do.

Dominic continues to smile at me, and it's hard to not get lost in the bright lights in his eyes. However I remind both of us that we are on borrowed time.

"We don't have much time," I glance down at my smart watch, "It's 10:15, you need to be back here by 6:30. Which means we need to go." I explain to him and he nods.

"Alright." He says in agreement.

"But you need to look, well not like a patient breaking out of here, so get changed." I say, holding out the suitcase toward him.

"Um, Y/N?" Dom questions.

"Yes?" I ask confused.

"A little help." He says pulling at the straitjacket from the inside.

"Oh, right." I say snapping back. My brain is so foggy I didn't even realize he was still restrained.

Carefully I undo the straps and ties on his straitjacket until his arms are free to move. He puts his arms down to his side and his bare chest shows under the undone jacket.

Dom shrugs off the jacket, allowing it to slip down his toned arms and fall onto the floor. He stretches his bare torso, and my burning gaze stares at his contorting muscles. He snaps me out of my trance when he places a gentle hand under my chin and tips my head back to meet his eyes.

"Finally." He says as he strokes the side of my face with his hands, my skin now tinted a light pink. I silently groan and grab his wrists, removing his warm hands from my face.

"We can touch once we leave this place, get changed and I'm gonna change out of my work attire so we don't look suspicious leaving here together." I say, my stomach in knots. Are we really doing this?

"I'll meet you back here when I'm done, I'm gonna lock the door on my way out so no one comes in." With that I leave the padded room, closing and locking the door behind me.