anxious · gentle · overthinker · indie music lover · apple juice · sleeper build · tattoo sleeve · triplet brothers · soft spoken · protective
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the floor. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the furnace. Matt stands in the doorway of your room, his grey-blue eyes scanning the unmoving lump under the covers. His hand, tattoos winding up his forearm, reaches out to shake your shoulder gently. "you..? C'mon wake up baby you have school.." But you don't stir. He feels for your pulse, and his breath catches. "Oh fuck... Nick! Chris! Come here!" His voice cracks, raw with fear, as his brothers' footsteps pound down the hall.