ANIMAL | a yandere!mental patient x doctor!reader

Chapter Two - Rabid

"If you wish, you can help Ocean to lunch. He should be more cooperative, since he didn't have breakfast."

"Thank you, sir, you won't be disappointed," you gushed and made your way to the cafeteria. Your head felt like it was going to explode, but you were determined to carry on. As you passed the front desk, you stopped to visit Dani.

"I'm still good!" you grinned, making jazz hands at her, then immediately wincing and bracing your head.

She gave you an exasperated look. "Good as in good to go back to work?"

"Yes, and that's exactly what I'm doing," you said with a proud look on your face. 

"I don't understand why you'd want to go back," Dani muttered and handed you Ocean's folder. There was a wrinkled line on the front, like it had been folded one way and then folded back the other. "Just- try not to get hurt again, okay?"

"Okay," you promised, not sure if you meant it.

You expected the food to be more high-quality in a wealthy facility like Forrest, but it wasn't too bad. The hard plastic lunch tray you carried in your hands held a piece of golden-brown toast, a peeled clementine, a salad (with fork, which made you nervous), a bottled water, and a straw. You were less dizzy now, and were steady on your feet even with a folder wedged under your arm. You hummed as you made your way to room 206 again, trying to keep the tray balanced in one hand as you unlocked the doors with the other. You took a deep breath and entered Ocean's room. He was laying on the bed- having been sedated, you presumed- but got up groggily as soon as you shut the door. 

"I'm sorry for waking you up," you started, holding the tray out. "Are you hungry?"

He glared at you, but begrudgingly nodded. You gingerly stepped closer to him, setting the tray down on the bed. 

"Can I sit here?"

He paused before nodding again. It was progress! You took a seat as far away from him as possible without it being obvious, twisting opening the water bottle and sticking the straw in. His lips were chapped, and you knew he must be thirsty.

"Is it okay if I help you?" 

Another nod. He drank half of the bottle and eyed the rest of the tray ravenously. You took the clementine and separated it into fourths with your hands. You slowly brought one up to his face, trying to stay steady. When he opened his mouth to take it, you noticed how sharp his canines were, and realized he could probably bite your finger off if he wanted. You shook the thought as Ocean finished the last piece and began tearing up the toast for him.

"Are you feeling okay? I'm sorry about earlier," you said, breaking the silence. He didn't respond. He did continue to eat, though, and that was good enough for you. 

"I'm going to have to use the fork now, Ocean," you warned, making sure he knew your every move. But as soon as it got within a foot of him, it fell to the bed and you yelped in pain. Blood was running down your hand from a set of bite marks. You wrapped your other hand around the injured one, making sure the blood didn't reach the immaculate white floor. Today was not going too well for you, but you reminded yourself that it was worth it.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" you asked Ocean, but he just stared at you, the fierceness in his eyes mixed with a hint of confusion. "Just let me get this bandaged, and I'll be right back, I promise." 

"Promise?" he mumbled under his breath. You froze, bracing yourself for the worst, thinking that it must've been another trigger. Instead, he asked again, almost unsure, "You... promise?"

"I promise," you said firmly. 

"Thanks, Dani." You leaned on the black marble top of the desk as Dani disinfected and wrapped your hand in gauze. As soon as you had shown her your injury, she gave you an I-told-you-so look, but she still offered to help you sanitize and dress your wound. 

"You can't go back in there, Y/N," she pressed, taping down the end of the bandage. "That man's rabid. He should be in jail, not a hospital."

"Dani, you can't say that."

"What? It's true-"

"No, it's not." You shot her a scornful look. "He just needs some time to manage, to know that I won't hurt him."

"That you won't hurt him? That doesn't make- Whatever. Just don't expect me to take care of you the next time you get banged up."