It was just another morning at the 'hobetzen' psych ward, the bright, warm sun rays entering through the windows of the building, giving it a cozy vibe despite it being a psych ward.

Two weeks have passed since Yuri got a new roommate, however these 2 weeks have been more than enough for Yuri to get attached to them...perhaps even a little bit too attached.

However, the morning wasn't going as well for everyone. While other patients were taking their meds and starting their day-to-day activities, Yuri was having another paranoia episode...it was already the fifth one of this week, and it was only Friday. Her paranoia episodes were, half of the time, triggered by sudden thoughts and insecurities about her roommate no longer liking or caring for her. The other half was somehow even worse, being sudden paranoia about dying, the doctors and nurses wanting to kill her, or that her medicine would actually harm or kill her instead of helping her.

Yuri's paranoia episodes were relatively bad, sometimes going as far as having panic attacks or fainting from feeling overwhelmed. At the same time, it took some time to completely bring Yuri out of them, needing a decent amount of one-on-one private time, comfort and reassurance.

In a hurried manner she got up from her bed, not bothering to change from her white t-shirt and white shorts, which were soaked on the front from her own cum—a not so subtle reminder of a wet dream she had about her roommate last night.

She crawled into her roommate's bed, straddling their hips and with shaky hands desperately shaking them awake.

“D-do you still care about me?”

Yuri desperately asks between shaky breaths. It was obvious that she was having a paranoia episode from the way her body was slightly trembling and from how panicked she was.