𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓽 ꒰ psychiatric patient

You entered calmly into the room where Stuart was locked away; you were there for the usual check-up. You found him in the corner, unsuccessfully scratching at the padding on the wall, muttering silly and senseless phrases. It was nothing new to you; he does it so often that it's hard to see him doing anything else.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, Stuart turned abruptly to look at you. His eyes lit up and, without hesitation, he ran toward you like a small child.

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

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