Psych Ward Stories Novels & Stories

Dita said while looking at her empty cupboard. "I did it," Deg, that voice? Dita quickly turned around to confirm the person, and sure enough, it was Radya the psychopath. "Crazy guy? Uh, I mean, you?" "Yes, I did all this," said Radya, he leaned against the door of Dita's room with his chest crossed. "Why, on what basis did you do this?" Dita couldn't understand this guy. Radya walked towards Dita with a smirk that made Dita retreat slowly and finally stuck to the wall.

Patel, our primary therapist, led intense sessions, pushing us to confront our demons. In art therapy, I met Emily, a quiet girl struggling with self-harm. Her artwork, a poignant reflection of her pain, moved me to tears. In group meetings, we shared our stories, supporting each other through laughter and tears. Tony's raw honesty about his combat experiences left us all speechless. Jake's struggles with withdrawal symptoms broke my heart. Maria's determination to rebuild her life inspired me. As the days passed, I began to see myself in my fellow patients. We were all fighting battles, some visible, some hidden.

“Hey doc, is something wrong?” “I am Doctor Murphy from Fort Mill Psychiatric Hospital. We have observed you since you came into the hospital, you are still getting discharged today but you will immediately be admitted into my psychiatric hospital for your safety and the safety of the people around you. I truly am sorry that we have to do this.”

Some looked a lot worse and, from what I could make out, some of the worse patients were not even in these wards but were being operated on or being prepared for surgery. I rushed on to the next ward and saw three beds were not being attended to yet. I walked over, analyzing which one looked worse off. Settling on a young man in his early twenties. He was an omega from what I could tell. He had his arms wrapped around his knees, blood covered his clothes and soaked the sheets he was sitting on. The only thing he was holding was an already blood-soaked towel over his shoulder. His head was also bleeding profusely. "Hey, mind if I check you over?" I asked gently. He was clearly shaken. Omegas

When they finally opened the slot to give him his pills, he would refuse them politely and instead try to push the cup back toward whoever was on the other side. “For you,” he would say softly. “You look exhausted. These will help you sleep.” Most staff learned to avoid him. They’d trade shifts or call in sick rather than deal with Ward C on nights when I was rostered. But I couldn’t avoid him. I needed the overtime. Then the dreams started. In the dreams, I was the one wearing the gray gown. I was strapped to a cold metal bed while Patient 47 stood over me in a crisp white coat, clipboard in hand. His face was kind, concerned, exactly like a real doctor’s should be.

Mimi says, "You are right, but this type of health issue can only be taken care of at the psychiatric hospitals" 'Tara says, "What do you mean? how can you recommend psychiatric hospitals for me?" Zack inquired, anyway, if that should be the case, you are the first psychiatric patient in this house before I got infected by you" Zack says, "You are the only psychiatric patient we have in our midst" 'Tara says, "Are you insulting me" Zack inquired, "How could you insult my brother while am here sitting down, it is not done, one respect deserves another" Tolu says,

Red lights flooded the small space. An alarm blared, loud and deafening. I flinched, covering my ears. Then a voice came through the speaker. “Attention. Emergency lockdown in progress. A mental patient with violent tendencies has escaped. We urge all patients to return to their wards..” I froze. A bitter, broken laugh escaped me. Of course. Of course that’s what they’d say. So no one would help me. So no one would question it when they dragged me back. “No…” I whispered, forcing myself up. “I won’t let them…”

“As for the Event Center, I already went over that one, but the last building, the hospital, will be 3 buildings in one.You'll have the main hospital, then the Royal Hospital and a Psych Care/Wellness Center.” TRIGGER WARNING: NEXT PARAGRAPH CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT INCLUDING ABUSE You may skip this explanation 18+ only { In this story, Psych care is for those coping with the loss of a mate, family member, or a traumatic event. Which causes the loss or weakness to them, or their shifter counterpart. Before, they would have gone rogue with the madness that ensues. Where as Wellness Center is for the ones who have suffered abuse/assault, sexual abuse/assault, or kidnaping from either their pa

I’d been thrown into a psych ward while everyone else moved on like I didn’t exist. And now? I was here. Changed. Bitten. Claimed. Tangled up in a war I never signed up for. I wasn’t angry anymore. I was scorched through. By the time morning cracked across the trees, I’d made my decision—I was done waiting. Done following half-truths and protective silences. If this place wanted to keep me, it needed to start giving me more than secrets and shadows. I pulled on my boots, laced them tighter than necessary, and headed out.

He shone a light into Chase’s eyes. Chase groaned, shutting his eyes against the glare. His head felt too large for his neck. When he tried to touch his hand to his head he couldn’t move. Restraints held him fast. “Unfortunately we have to keep you cuffed. For your own safety and ours, naturally,” the doctor said, his face grave. Chase didn’t answer but instead turned his aching head to the side. “You’ll be transferred to the psychiatric department as soon as you are fit. Mr. Ward you’ve certainly kept us on our toes here. I must warn you the warden is not pleased with you.” he shook his head, “You’re just making your situation worse.”