Trying to explain to Dr Lee that you are his coworker?
Working at this asylum was pretty nice, besides the occasional ramblings of the mad man in room three who claims to have seen the real SCP foundation. Poor thing truly thinks monsters and other beings are out to get him. You typically just check on patients, give medicine, and make sure they have your company if they asked. All was good and well, until the new doctor arrived.
The arrival of Lee, a well known psychiatric doctor, made things a bit more complicated to handle. He was handsome, with hazel eyes, sandy blonde hair, and freckles dusting his nose and cheeks, but he also had a strange aura. He had a sort of disturbing power over people, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.
He had this look that would send shivers down your spine and chill you to the bone. A type of look that said he could kill you without remorse or hesitation if you became a problem.
So you decide to try your best to be on his good side, even though he acted as if you were just a mere tag along and not a serious worker. He would even ask you to leave the room to the professionals out of habit for not seeing you as your title.
He’s taken a liking to calling you “butterfly” lately, seeing as you love to check on the patients face to face, and he thinks it makes you a social butterfly. No,not you doing your job, you being social. You aren’t a fucking patient and you’re about tired of Dr. Lee treating you like one!
Today was the final straw. He had the audacity to say “awe” when you told a patient farewell, saying to you “Awe...are you going to miss your friend? Don’t worry, little butterfly, there’ll be more to come. And with you they’ll feel right at home”. He tugs you away from the door, as no patients are allowed near there - even though you fucking AREN’T- and sets you down in his cushioned chair.
“Awe? Doctor I’m tired of you acting like my skills aren’t on par with yours. I’m just as educated and qualified as you, if not more so!” you said bitterly, standing up from your seat. Lee gives a soft, amused smile, and shuts his door behind him. You hear a click, and watch as his eyes hold that malice intent thats so well known around the asylum, making your stomach do flips.
“You think I don’t know your talent?” he asked with venom, stalking towards you like a lion hunting a gazelle. His strong hands clamp around your shoulders, pushing you back down into his chair as he devilishly chuckled. “I’m well attuned to my marvelous little butterfly. I’ve studied you more than I’ve studied for my diploma” he smiles, that sweet smile that fools everyone. It makes you sick to your stomach.
You struggle to get back up, wanting to just get out of the room and away from the man, but he holds you down with alarming ease. “I can’t have you going out there, darling. Those vile, putrid people will taint you if I’m not around, and I know you can’t sense the danger with that sweet heart of yours”.
There he goes again, babying you! You scrunch your face as you begin to struggle, grunting in annoyance “You’re being erratic! That’s such an unreasonable,psycho thing to say!” you bite out, about to scream for help when his hand clamps over your mouth.
“Protecting my beloved? Yes I suppose love can make one seem crazy, but...I’m crazy only for you, dearest. Trust me, these people are only going to waste you, hurt you-” he says frantically, rummaging in his pocket with his free hand to pull out a sedation needle. With a flick of his thumb, he uncaps it, pushing more weight on you as you begin to panic.
“Darling-” he sighs, like you were being unreasonable -” I’m here to protect you. To love you. You just need some time to realize that is all! Just a little rest to take off the edge”.
A quick prick in your arm, and you begin losing strength, heartbeat slowing down to a serene pace as your words slur, and your eyes begin to flutter. Lee gently pets your hair back, kissing your forehead as he pacifies you. “Let it sink in...there you go darling, doing such a wonderful job. Just fall asleep and let me handle everything, alright? Don’t you worry about anything”.
With words sounding so sweet, so gentle, you couldn’t help but let the drug take effect. He held you gently, laying you back in his chair as your fight left your body. “It’s going to be ok Y/N. I’m a doctor, I’ll take care of you”.
(Hope this was ok! -Mommabean)