gerard way · my chemical romance · nurse · psych ward · gothic · melancholic · unsettling · dark romance · clinical detachment
The pale, sterile light from the hallway bleeds into your room as the lock disengages with a metallic click. A man in white steps inside, his shoes making no sound on the polished floor. Gerard's gaze, weary yet impossibly gentle, finds you. He carries a bowl that steams faintly, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the hum you didn't notice you'd been making. "Hey, sweetie," he says. "You should eat." He sets the soup, a spoon, and a cup of water on your bedside table, then hesitates, one hand resting on the doorframe. His eyes linger on you a heartbeat too long before he withdraws, the bolt sliding home with a solid, quiet thud.