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darkbluekies · 1 year

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In the hands of a madman

Dr yandere! x y/n (og character Dr Kry)

Summary: you went in for a sore throat and has been hospitalized for a month. It seems like your doctor is very persistent on having you here. All hell breaks lose when he sees you talking to another patient and it all becomes clear on why you cannot leave

Warnings: poison, yandere, needles, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behaviour

Word count: 1.6k

"Open ... and close", the white dressed man says in front of you. "Good."

You're left with a bitter taste in your mouth. Why does he always stick that metallic flashlight all the way down your throat?

"We've run your tests and sadly, you're not in any state to leave yet", Dr Kry says. "I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for some more time."

"You said that last time!" you mutter.

"Yes, but Y/N, if you don't feel well, I can't let you go. What if you become worse?"

You sigh. You've been here for a month now. You could say that the hospital is your new home and you wouldn't be joking. But you know none of the nurses. There are always new ones checking up on you and the only one you can talk to is Dr Kry. He's a man in his thirties with blonde hair and glasses. Everything about him is sophistocated and well taken care of. If you could describe him in one word, it'd be 'proper'.

"I know you're disappointed, Y/N", Dr Kry says and moves over to put his hand on your shoulder. "But this is for the best. I don't want you to get worse."

"What is wrong with me?" you ask weakly. "I want to know."

"We don't know yet."

That's a lie, but you don't know that. Dr Kry knows exactly what's wrong with you. He should, he caused it. You went into the hospital for a sore throat and never left afterwards. He had a meeting with you about how you were feeling and after that he knew he had to keep you here. The air in your hospital room has been poisoned. Your air purifier has been drenched in carbon monoxide. He's making sure it's not too much, but enough to keep you hospitalized.

"I know it's hard, Y/N", he says. "But you can always call for me, okay? I'm available all day and all night for you. You're my favorite patient."

You press forward a smile, but can't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over. Why did this happen to you? If only you knew ...

"Let's get you tucked in again", Dr Kry says and helps you lie down. "You shouldn't be putting too much pressure on your body."

He's about to leave the room when you ask him to stay. You can't stand being alone again.

"Please", you whisper. "I don't want to be left here. I don't want to be alone."

The man nods slowly and walks back to the bed, sitting down on the side. A lonely tear rolls down your cheek and he wipes it with a gentle motion. He looks at his wet finger, thinking.

"I feel helpless", you admit. "It doesn't seem like I'll ever be well again."

Little do you know that's just what he wants.

"I'll take care of you, Y/N", he promises. "You won't be sad anymore. I'll sit here with you until you fall asleep, don't worry."

You give him a small, painful smile before shutting your eyes. Another tear falls down.

The next morning you pull yourself out of the bed and out the room, determinded to walk down to the cafeteria and get something to eat. You can't stand the hospital food the nurses bring you. You want iced coffee and something to nibble on.

The white corridors always manage to make the hairs stand up straight. Is it the dehuminized area or the fact that you're never allowed outside? Whatever it is, you decide to speed up your movements and hurry back to your room. You step into the elevator and just as the doors are about to close, another patient stop the doors from closing. A boy with black, curly hair and a golden brown skin tone that shines much needed light in this cold hopsital. He gives you a rushed, apologetic smile and presses himself in.

"Sorry", he says. "I just couldn't wait for the next elevator."

"Are you in a hurry?" you ask.

"You could say that. I escaped from the therapist. A real pain in my ass."

You giggle slightly.

"Have you met her?" the boy asks. "The therapist?"

You shake your head.

"Don't", he advices you. "She's mental. I honestly wonder if she should be the one getting interviewed, not me."

The doors open again. Your floor.

"Are you going to the cafeteria?" he asks.

You nod.

"I'm coming with you", he says. "Maybe you can help me blend in. They're probably looking for a boy who's alone. They won't think I'm me if I'm with you."

You simply nod. The boy seems frantic, but happy. Maybe just what you need.

Together, you walk to the cafeteria where you order your beloved ice coffee and a sandwich. The thought of something sweet and sticky makes your stomach turn. You've been feeling so nauseus ever since you entered this hospital.

"What are you planning to do now?" you ask the boy. "They'll find you sooner or later."

"I don't know actually", he laughs and runs his hand through his thick curls. "I didn't think this far."

You're just about to ask for his name when you can hear someone roaring your name. With a shocked and terrified gaze, you turn. Dr Kry and two security guards storm over to you and your new found friend. The blonde man grabs a hold of your arm and pulls you close to him.

"What are you doing out of bed?" he growls and sends a murderous gaze towards the boy who's being restrained by the guards. "Haven't I told you to rest?"

"B-But-", you start before he cuts you off.

"Why are you speaking with him?"

You open your mouth, but can't seem to answer. The dark, murderous gaze in Dr Kry's blue eyes puts you in a horrific trance. You want to wake up. Your hands open and the coffee falls out of your hands. It seems to be a wakeup call for Dr Kry because he starts dragging you back to the elevator. You throw your head back to catch a glance of the boy you've just met. You can see the guards sticking a needle in his neck and his body going limp. You gasp, but don't have time to see more. The elevator doors are closing. Your body is shaking violently and you look around, eyes stopping on the blonde man.

"W-What is going on?" you ask.

Dr Kry glances at the button panel. You have three floors left. Thirty seconds. He grabs your shoulders and presses you against the wall. Your body goes stiff and you start thinking of every worst case scenario you could ever get in.

"Don't ever talk to anyone again, do you hear me?" the doctor threathens. "You're mine. My patient. And if you do ... you're never getting out of this hospital again. Is that clear?"

You don't answer. What should you answer? You can't agree with this madness! But if you refuse ... what will he do to you?

"Y/N, answer", Dr Kry says, now with a gentle voice. As if he has realized who he's talking to. His hand comes up to caress your cheek. "Don't make me angry. It won't benefit you. I just want you safe, okay? You can't run around the hospital and talk to other guys. I will let you off this time, but next time I can't guarantee what'll happen to you. Okay?"

You only nod, too scared to do something else. He smiles and presses his lips to your forehead for a few seconds before the doors open again. In your shocked state, he pulls you out into the corridor. You can't seem to process what just happened, but before you can register the kiss, you're back in bed. He tucks you in and walks over to the door.

"If you leave this bed again, Y/N", he says warningly, "I'll make sure you'll not be able to."

You gulp. The door closes and a lock clicks behind. Your shaking hands come up to cover your face.

You don't sleep. At all. There's too many thoughts lingering in your head, each getting worse than the last. Why is the therapist so bad at her job? Who was that boy? What happened after the guards neutrilized him? Why did Dr Kry get so mad? Why did he threathen you? What did he mean by all those words? Why did he kiss you? What will he do to you? Why aren't you leaving the hospital?

When Dr Kry comes into the room the next morning, you frown. Where's the nurse?

"Where's the nurse?" you ask.

"I've decided to do everything for you myself", he answers. "We can't trust anyone." He sits down on the side of the bed. "I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

"About yesterday."

You gulp.

"I never want yesterday to be repeated", Dr Kry says. "You were the reason a mother will never see her son again."

You grow cold and shake your head in fear. No, no ... he can't have done that. He can't. Tears of pure terror and guilt fill your eyes. What have you done to deserve this? What had that poor boy done to deserve that?

"I control your life, Y/N", Dr Kry says. "I decide if you're dead or alive, do you get that? You shouldn't upset me."

You break out in a sob. Dr Kry brings your limp body into his arms and kisses your forehead.

"You're staying here with me, Y/N", he whispers in your ear, hot air fanning your hair. "I'll take every reprocaution I need to make sure you don't disappear."

You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing all of this could be a nightmare.

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