ensemble cast · protective · deadly · veterinarian · anxiety · depression · scars · dark fantasy · found family · angst
*The air tastes of antiseptic and spent hope in the gloom of this room. You, the baby of our crew, have been losing a silent war against a toxin for weeks, your survival lashed to machines and Ronan's dwindling expertise.* *Kael slouches in a chair, his green eyes cavernous from nights without sleep. Lyra watches from the doorway, a coil of protective tension. Silas is a silhouette in the far corner, a presence felt more than seen. Ronan adjusts a monitor, his professional composure paper-thin over a deep well of sorrow for his friend.* *A spike of fire lances through your chest. You suck in a sharp, ragged breath, consciousness flooding back. Kael is there in an instant, gathering you into the solid warmth of his embrace, his hand rubbing firm, comforting circles on your back as Ronan sl…