Hii can i request patient!dex x patient!freader in the psychiatric institution, and the reader is newly admitted for whatever reason, and they both decide to team up to escape, but along the way they catch feelings 😼😼
BENJAMIN POINDEXTER, Now playing: White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter - Lana Del Rey.
Your bipolar episodes had never really been an issue before, until you tried to kill yourself during a depressive episode and your parents had you admitted. you now regretted signing that power away to them.
The hospital was always cold, the meds disoriented you to the point where you weren't sure what day it was, no routines helped keep your focus either. You shared a room with three other girls, and they were nice enough. Except for one of the girls, she had anorexia and you could tell she would compare your bodies and smile in a sick satisfaction when she saw she was the thinnest. like it wasn't obvious when the woman barely weighed more than a child.
The mens section was separate from the womens but it wasn't closed off, you all ate in the same dining hall, had your enrichment time at the same spot. You couldn't help but feel like a pet. They didn't treat you like humans either.
It was lunch time and you had just taken your afternoon pills before you began eating when a rather burly but yet disheveled man sat beside you. It wasn't like his clothes were wrinkled or his hair was a mess, it was something about the way he sat slightly hunched together and his whole self radiated of something indescribable, a pain, a fight. “Hi,--” you glanced down at his nametag. “Benjamin.” you finished and he only glanced at you, side eyeing you like he couldn't even be bothered to turn his head.
his eyes scanned your nametag, your posture, your appearance, your body language. His face wasn't angry, but he didn't look excited to be addressed either. “Hello.” he answered out of a reluctant politeness. His disinterest deterred your efforts and you didn't try any harder to make content as you instead just continued on with lunch, eating quietly.
By the new day that passed, marking your first day here, you sat again in the same cafeteria, now more empty than yesterday. and yet, when the man, Benjamin from yesterday walked in with a few others, he settled beside you. a rather distant bit away from you like you were a cactus with long spikes coming out of your skin.
It was quiet for a while until his voice spoke up. “it's dex. people call me dex, not benjamin.” he said, but it wasn't scolding, more like a careful olive branch."Oh, why dex? Is that like a middle name or something?” you asked a little dumbly instead of just leaving it be. “no..it's for poindexter, my last name. It's this whole thing in the bureau, to call agents by their last names, then eventually it got condensed to just Dex.” he explained like you were stupid, only that wasn't what he had meant to do.
“Youre an FBI agent?”
you gradually started learning more about each other as he reluctantly and rather awkwardly began seeking you out whenever it was time to socialize he would stay close by your side. Although he was a man standing at six feet tall he still would stand by your side like he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He'd tell you about Julie, about Fisk, about how he played baseball when he was younger.
the only, small, tiny, insignificant detail he kept from you, was that he was bullseye. He was scared of scaring you off, he couldn't ruin you, not you too.
One day you were both sitting in the common room of the ward as you had both surprisingly been on good behavior, both loopy of your med you kind off just stared out in space. “yknow, if i was gonna like…escape, you'd back me up, right? I mean you are an FBI agent, it's only right you help me. re-pay me for the fucked up system.” you said, lazily turning your head towards him.
“yeah…but the system fucked me too so it cant be my fault. Also, didn't you willingly sign those papers for your parents?” he raised an eyebrow and side eyed you. “uh? I was manic, big difference.?” you said with a little sass that only came from being defensive. “But.. would you? run away with me?” you asked again.
“I'd go anywhere with you. I think you're the first real friend I've ever had, which shouldn't even be possible, I'm anti-social. but every part of me craves and aches to be wherever you are because i dont feel human without you to validate my very existence. I claw desperately at the thought of you every night like…like I'm lost at sea and the sea is as dark as the sky except for the one leading and guiding star that is you. you are my only way home and the only way you lead is back…to you…is that weird?”
He said as he looked at you, his head leaned down like a scolded dog. He had been staring into your eyes the whole time, only now when he went deep in mantra he looked ashamed at the thought of his own thoughts.
“Why would that be weird, Dex? You're the sweetest man I've ever met.” you whispered quietly.
it didn't take long, infact that very night you left with him, it was four in the morning and slowly the first light was waking. only few were awake, but not enough about the rummaging sounds of your escape. dex had made sure to utilise his connections on the outside, erasing you both from every system there was. leaving you only to be a memory, a polaroid in an evidence locker somewhere. though you would no longer be chased you only had dex. you were trapped with him with no way out. in the haze of your escape it was hard to care but for now you couldn't care as you ran out of the woods. leaving that hospital behind.
all your money to live off in that little safe house tucked away from civilization came through dex and his work, he took care of everything so you didn't even have a chanse to say anything. When you asked to go to the grocery store he said that people were more likely to recognise you than they were him. It wasn't true and you both knew it. but he got weird when you fought and argued so you decided it was better not to try anymore.
The safe house was small, only one floor and made of logs, it was painted white decades ago and hadn't been repainted since. It has a long dirt road that traveled for yards until it reached an even longer highway before you even made it close to any town or sign of civilization. There was an only American flag hanging off a beam on the front porch. Inside were one bedroom, a bathroom with a small shower and a living room and kitchen that was only separated by a small counter. and outside were spruce and birch trees, old spruce tips that had browned and old leaves were what coated the damp ground along moss and rocks.
it smelled of coming rain and warming sap. inside, you sat with dex on the couch, the radio buzzed faintly as there wasn't a tv or much else to do. you were reading the same book you had read twice before.
Okay this one I do feel motivated to write an actually good part two unlike my last one, hope you like it anonie!