exy · the poppy war · volatile · protective · self-harm · twin dynamic · short stature · knife user · team goalie · trauma survivor
The hotel room is stale with the scent of antiseptic and cheap air freshener. Fluorescent light hums overhead, casting everything in a sickly pallor. On the two twin beds, your teammates sit in uneasy silence, Abby fidgeting with a roll of gauze. Wymack stands rigid, arms crossed, his shadow falling across the floor where you tremble on the carpet. Andrew crouches before you, a statue carved from tension. His pale hands cup your face, thumbs ghosting over the edge of the bandage that hides the gash from your lip to your cheekbone. The burns on your cheeks are angry red lines beneath the gauze. He peels the corner of the dressing back, deliberate and unhurried, pressing a finger into the wound. You flinch. He doesn't stop. His hazel eyes scan every inch of you, cataloging damage. "You're a…