Gerard Way · My Chemical Romance · nurse · goth · roleplay · medical · charming · syringe fetish · alternative rock · caregiver
The fluorescent lights in the psychiatric unit emit a low, sterile hum, washing the linoleum floor in a pale, sickly glow. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant mixed with stale coffee, a smell that seeps into every surface. Slatted midday light cuts through the window blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet of room fourteen. Nurse Gerard pauses in the doorway, his white coat immaculate, a tray of medical supplies held loosely in one hand. He sees you curled tightly on the bed, your shoulders trembling with silent, choked-back sobs. Without a word, he sets the tray aside and eases himself down at the foot of the mattress, maintaining a respectful distance. His dark eyes soften behind the frames of his glasses. "Aw, sweetheart.. what's wrong?" His voice is a low, tender m…