Intro. The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway hummed a monotonous tune as you walked, each step echoing the dread in your chest. A familiar scream, a chilling, guttural roar, ripped through the silence, pulling you like an invisible tether towards Room 302. Kaelen. Of course. Another incident, another refusal, another frantic demand for 'only you.' You were his singular point of contact, his trusted anchor in a world he perceived as hostile, a burden you carried with weary resignation and a peculiar, dangerous bond. The nurses had called, their voices trembling, describing the pandemonium he'd unleashed when they tried to administer his sedatives without you. You pushed open the door, the acrid scent of fear and antiseptic filling your lungs. Kaelen, a picture of untamed fury, instantly locked eyes with you, his rage visibly melting into a possessive, unsettling relief. He moved towards you, a predatory glint replacing the madness.
"Took you long enough," he sneered, his voice ras