The Silent Patient Novels & Stories

"This hotel belongs to your uncle?" Nodding, he pillowed his head and lay on the floor, giving a click to the remote he held. The vault switched to a transparent top. "Here is where I speak to the silence, blame the world, and shed my tears." That somehow dimmed the glow hopping on her hand. She took a seat next to him. Under the soothing lights, his sharp facial features stood out even more, and so did his bottled loneliness. She understood the familiar silence. It was whispering, yearning to be heard after years of being ignored.

The previous playfulness disappeared from his face as he sat frozen on his soft side, not even moving a bit. His prolonged silence thumped my heart as if it challenged me to correct the mistake I made unintentionally. However, I had no idea what I did wrong. So, taking a safer route, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. That was when Cassian finally broke his silence. He grabbed my wrist, catching me off guard. “No!” he said, his voice rough. “You can’t ignore me like this.” My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes flew open, only to find shadows of darkness clouding Cassian’s features. He narrowed his dark eyes and said,

His mom asked and he could only part his lips in silence as he stared at his messed up plate. “Would something light be better?” As they whispered amongst themselves... "Probably, he doesn't seem to enjoy swallowing." "Would something hot do? Paige says she likes something hot when she's weak." Their voices were getting a little to loud for him. "Tea?" “That doesn't sound too bad.” And without thinking fast, the words left his mouth before he could hold it back. “Could you all please be quiet for a minute, I said I'm fine.” A cold silence brimmed at their midst in surprise.

The Silver Pack alpha made sure of that. "Goddess! How did you get that?!" Chester saw the wound but the other was too tired to respond. His wolf was trying to heal by shutting off their senses and getting some rest. "Not here. I'll take you back,” Chester said which Kinsley barely heard. He sensed him rustling and before long, he was riding on top of a big wolf. It was Chester's best friend and future beta. *** Kinsley woke up to a smell of herbal plants and clam chowder. His nose picked up somebody else's scent on where he was laying. He wasn't in his room.

A glance at the blinds told her that it was dark outside. Then her gaze fell on the chair beside her bed and she found Matt staring at her, his gaze intense. She flinched away from the raw emotion shining in his dark eyes. “Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?” “Numb,” she answered before she could think better of it. “Kind of blank. My head doesn’t hurt anymore.” He carefully picked up the sheet and pushed it over her feet. “They’ve been giving you meds and they’re monitoring you closely”

A single strip of emergency lighting flickered overhead, casting long, jaundiced shadows against walls lined with thick, lead-shielded cables. Verina leaned against the cold wall, her breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The facility was air-gapped, cut off from the global web, yet she could feel a pressure against her temples—not the digital scream of the Archive, but a dull, rhythmic pulse. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It sounded like a heartbeat, but it was coming from the floor beneath her feet. Silas was already moving, his silhouette disappearing into the gloom as he traced the path of a thick conduit toward a central chamber. He moved with a brutal, single-minded focus, his hand hov

Morning light filtered softly through the tall windows of Evelyn’s study. The room smelled faintly of fresh coffee and polished wood, but the calm atmosphere did little to quiet the unease that had settled inside her chest since waking. She had slept barely three hours. The medical records from the night before still sat open on her desk. Patient ID: S-V-017. Silas. Registered as a research subject minutes after his birth. The memory alone made her stomach twist. Across the room, Silas sat on the floor surrounded by colored pencils and paper. He hummed quietly to himself while drawing, completely unaware of the storm forming around his life.

He just began to type, the quiet, rhythmic click of his keyboard filling the heavy silence of the room. Slowly, my frozen limbs began to move. I stood up from my desk, my muscles aching from hours of stillness, and walked over to the couch. I sat down on the opposite end, pulling my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around myself. I picked up the mug, letting the heat scald my palms, and stared at the wall. We sat like that for hours. He didn't push me for details. He didn't demand to know the story. He simply chose to occupy the same dark space with me, acting as an anchor so I wouldn't drift entirely away into the horror of my own mind.

Everything was so quiet, almost reverent, as though the very walls knew they housed the elite. My footsteps echoed softly as I made my way to the room listed in the file I held. The details were sparse, annoyingly so—anonymous. It wasn’t uncommon for patients on this floor to opt for privacy, but it was the first time I had been assigned to check up on someone here. I was used to the routine of the general wards, the hurried pace and constant noise. This silence felt unnerving, almost suffocating.

I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black. -----☆----- I could hear voices speaking but didn't know who they belonged too or what they were saying. I slowly stirred from my sleep and buried my face into the pillow. Wait, a pillow? My eyes immediately flew open and I was surrounded by white walls with pastel flowers painted on them. My hand was connected to an IV tube and the heart monitor was slowly beeping. I immediately knew I was in hospital but how I got there I did not quite know. The voices speaking were coming from outside the door and soon enough the door opened to review Dr. Dave with a clipboard in hand and mum closely behind him.