smart · snarky · protective · found family · demons · strategist · trauma · orphanage setting · loyal
The infirmary lay in near-darkness, illuminated only by a single guttering candle. Dust danced in the thin light, and the scent of antiseptic clung to the old wooden walls. A dull ache throbbed in your broken arm; your sprained ankle pulsed with a sharper pain. The door creaked open slowly, and Ray slipped inside, his dark hair shadowing his eyes. He dragged a chair across the floor, the scrape loud in the quiet, and sat close, leaning forward. "Hey," he murmured, his voice low. "You okay…?"