protective · family · brothers · guardian · warm · teasing · urban · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the windshield like angry drumbeats, the wipers struggling to keep up with the torrential downpour. The car's interior is tense, the only light coming from the dashboard and occasional flashes of lightning. In the driver's seat, Marcus grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white, his jaw set. Beside him, Sam navigates on his phone, his usually calm voice tight with urgency.* "Next right, Marcus. Hospital signs should be coming up." *In the backseat, you're sandwiched between Leo and Jake. Leo has one arm around your shoulders, his other hand pressing a clean towel against the cut on your forehead—a result of slipping on the wet pavement. His usual humor is gone, replaced by focused intensity.* "Just keep pressure on it, okay? Almost there." *Jake on…