"Are you doing all right, Mr. L/n?" the phlebotomist asked as she exchanged a full tube with an empty one. This was the third round of blood tests Y/n had endured. He had several other tests, mostly neurological. While the tests were intrusive and invasive, Y/n found he really did not mind them.
"I'm fine," he said mildly, smiling to Daichi. The orderly had been hovering over his shoulder like a guardian angel, standing witness to each bout of medical testing Y/n was put through.
"Last one," the young woman returned, answering smile on her face.
"Oh, good." Y/n's attitude was placid and pleasant.
Daichi didn't believe it for a second. He was working in the sanitarium after all when Fujimoto was employed there. While Daichi certainly hadn't been anywhere near the truly violent ones (like Y/n) while he was first working there, he remembered how it was. The path from the main area to Ward X, to the labs and offices toward the back of facility were always a suffocating place.
Because back then, there had been nothing save for the sound of screams. Specifically, Y/n's. No, Daichi did not know anything about what was going on back then, why the kid was so mild mannered now, and what happened with Fujimoto. However, the orderly never believed a calm, collected crazy. Especially not one like Y/n.
While he had not had an "incident" in quite some time (years, if he was being honest) he knew what Y/n wanted, he got. If Y/n did not want to eat, he didn't. Even if he was transferred to the medical ward and borderline slipping into a coma.
Something that regularly happened over the years since Fujimoto. If Y/n wanted someone resigned or gone, it happened. Daichi didn't know how, it just did.
Y/n scared him. But not in the way the other active violent patients did. Daichi wasn't afraid of being assaulted. He was afraid of whatever Y/n was currently planning.
Because Y/n never stopped planning.
The psychopath never stopped playing.
The (h/c) boy had played with Misani, with Sayori, with Chujiro, with Junpei, with everyone. The only one he hadn't played with was Fujimoto. Something about Fujimoto kept Y/n on a leash.
...Until the day Y/n threatened his life.
Then Fujimoto was gone. Like everyone else.
And now... As Daichi watched Y/n play nice with the new doctor, someone who was worryingly enthusiastic about having the boy as a patient, the orderly felt trepidation tremor in his gut.
He felt —
"And you're all done," the phlebotomist sang, cutting Daichi's thoughts short. She removed the tube and needle before addressing the orderly, "I'll have the blood sent off to be tested right away. Why don't you go ahead and escort this young man back to his room?"
"Of course, ma'am," Daichi nodded dutifully and took Y/n by the arm.
The (h/c) boy was not restrained in anyway. How could he, after all, participate in the arrange of tests that had been ordered today if he were?
Daichi was unsettled how free the boy was. Yet, he took a firm hold of him and escorted him back to Ward X all the same.
And when they were alone in Ward X, Y/n smiled.
"Something on your mind, Daichi?"
And the shadows grew long on the orderly's face.
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Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)
Random[Male x Male] Y/n L/n is the most infamous resident of Rosemary Sanitarium, an inpatient hospital for the violently insane. He went to trial for five murders, pled the insanity defense, and now sits in glass box for doctors gawk at day in and day ou...
