ANIMAL | a yandere!mental patient x doctor!reader

Chapter Twelve - Obsession

Ocean was in his room, so you quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind you. Conveniently, he was writing in the notebook. Ocean was used to random visits from you by now, and he set down his pen to look at you.

"Hi, Y/N," he chirped, smiling brightly at you.

You couldn't help but smile back. You could always count on Ocean to lift your mood. "Hey, Ocean. June told me that you've been keeping a journal?"

"Mhm, but he said you wouldn't want to read it."

You tilted your head slightly, curious. "Can I?"

Ocean nodded and handed you the book. "Only a page or two."

You thanked him and opened it back up to the first page. In the top righthand corner, the date was written in black pen alongside 'Entry 1'.

Huh, I don't really know what I'm supposed to be writing.

Today marks one day that Y/N and June are together.

I know June is reading this. Why else would he want me to keep a diary? It doesn't matter. He's not my doctor, Y/N is.

Y/N Y/N Y/N. Such a pretty name. I think June wants me to stop thinking about Y/N. I can't do that because then I wouldn't have that much left to think about.

I haven't talked to Y/N yet today. I know Y/N comes to my room a lot, but I wish I could see her more. I hate the feeling of missing Y/N. Oh, I wonder if she ever misses me. Does Y/N think about me sometimes? I hope so.

You stopped, not seeing the point of reading any more. You already knew that Ocean was overly emotionally attached to you. It might have been a little unusual, but it was only natural. You looked at Ocean, who was shying away from you, anxiously awaiting your reaction. You couldn't bear the possibility of hurting him. You brushed away stray hair from his eyes gently, making his gaze shoot to yours.

"I do think about you Ocean, and I miss you, too."

"Really?"

"Really."

A warm smile broke out across his face and he pulled you into a tight hug. 'Feeding his obsession,' June's voice echoed in your head. As if on cue, a ding came from your phone, signaling a new text from June, asking to talk to you. When you found June outside, he immediately pulled you into an empty room.

"Do you know what I'm talking about now?"

"No, I'm sorry, June, I really don't," you answered, shaking your head.

A determined look flashed on June's face. "You didn't read it, did you?"

"I did."

"How much of it?"

"A page or two," you said, copying Ocean's words from earlier.

June sighed, pulling out his phone. You watched as he opened the pictures app and then a folder consisting of the pages out of Ocean's notebook. He tapped on one of them, the image filling the screen. The paper was covered from edge to edge with 'I love you' in Ocean's handwriting, but what caught your eye was 'she said her love was mine' written at the bottom. June swiped left. These entries weren't numbered anymore, but a couple of the dates read the day when June had his Penn interview. It was all about you, with poems and even one page having what you assumed to be a list of everything Ocean liked about you. Occasionally, hearts dotted the corners.

"He's just bored," you said dismissively. "You know, it's like doodling."

"Stop defending him, Y/N. I know you're desensitized to it, but I'm telling you, it needs to stop."

Before you could respond, Ocean's voice came from behind the two of you, making you jump.

"What are you talking about?"

June, much to your dismay, answered for you. "We're talking about how Y/N and I are planning to transfer to another hospital together."

"It's- it's just a possibility," you added quickly, shooting June a stern look.

"Y/N, you're not leaving me, are you?" Ocean asked, his voice hinted with franticness.

Again, June replied faster than you could. He wasn't too careful about upsetting Ocean now that Ocean wasn't violent anymore. "Look, Ocean, you can't keep clinging to Y/N. She's got her own life that doesn't include you, and you have to get over this relationship you think you have- this obsession of yours."

"June," you warned.

Ocean's face fell, unreadable, and then his eyes darkened. "Why don't we ask Y/N what she thinks?"