𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓽 ꒰ psychiatric patient

You calmly entered the room where Stuart was locked up; you were there for the usual check-up. You found him in the corner, scratching unsuccessfully at the pads on the wall, mumbling silly, meaningless phrases. It was nothing new to you, he does it so much that it's hard to see him do anything else.

As soon as you walked through the door, Stuart turned sharply to look at you. His eyes lit up and without hesitation, he ran towards you like a little kid.

—Doctor, doctor, doctor! You've seen them, RIGHT? I know, I know you've seen them… His voice trembled with emotion as he tugged at your shirt, seeking your full attention on him.
—The man who always carries those scissors... you've seen him, right? RIGHT DOCTOR???

He repeats incessantly, looking at you shyly, he wasn't asking out of fear, he was asking out of curiosity.