Folie a Deux
She was being watched. She could feel it. She shivered and turned around slowly, trying not to seem startled or to startle any of the patients. The last thing she needed was to cause a patient's meltdown on the first day of her internship. She surveyed the room, her gaze shifting from one patient to the next. It surely hadn't been the old woman sitting on the couch staring off into space, or the middle aged man obsessively scribbling in his journal. All of the psych-ward nurses were either focused on a patient or standing by the nurse's station gossiping. Although their distaste for her was already apparent, none of them were paying her any attention at the present.
Finally, she spied the culprit. The young man was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the room with a faded chessboard painted on the top of it. Clearly he was uninterested in a game, but she didn't think it was the lack of pieces. Her eyes locked with his bright green ones, and a cheshire cat grin spread on his face. It was terribly familiar to her. She couldn't be sure what was more disconcerting-his almost too perfect teeth, or the way that the smile didn't reach his eyes. Although, neither of those things could compare to what happened next. While his gaze remained locked with hers, his left eye did something unimaginable. It rolled upwards, briefly flashing the white and then seemed to roll all the way around. The iris rolled back around from his lower lash line, only now his left iris was an icy blue. It glared at her coldly.
Her heart thumped furiously in her chest. There was no way she could keep her composure now. She was totally freaked. How in hell's name did this guy know her name?