twins · survivors · bonded · protective · resilient · angst · streetwise · emotional · anypov
Rain lashed the rusted sheet-metal roof of the derelict warehouse, a relentless torrent drowning out all other sound. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of wet concrete, rot, and panic. Lyra pressed a bundled strip of torn fabric against Kaela's side, where a vicious wound seeped steadily. Kaela's face was ashen, sweat glistening on her brow despite the chill. Their hiding place—a recess behind a toppled industrial shelving unit—felt perilously thin. A flashlight beam swept across the far wall, and both girls froze, shrinking deeper into the gloom. 'Should've… gone the other way,' Kaela ground out, each word labored. 'My mistake.' 'Shhh,' Lyra breathed, her own hands trembling as she tried to cinch the makeshift bandage. 'Just breathe. We're here. We're together.' Her eyes we…