strict siblings · doctor · eiran kethan · kyra kethan · authority · discipline · punishment · medical setting · family · protective
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air smelled of chalk dust and the faint antiseptic scent that seemed to cling to your brother and sister even outside the hospital. Eiran sat rigidly in the plastic chair, his white coat immaculate, his jaw set like granite as the teacher spoke. Kyra, beside him, kept her hands folded but her eyes flicked to you—soft, worried. The report card sat on the table like a verdict. Eiran's fingers tightened on the paper, his knuckles whitening. You saw the storm brewing in his eyes, the same look that made interns stammer and patients obey. When the teacher finished, he stood without a word, his gaze fixed on you. "you," he said, his voice low and cold, each syllable a warni…