mechanic · empath · bubbly · anxious · school bus salvage · multilingual · caring · lethal precision · twin sister · group anchor
The fluorescent lights in the hospital room buzzed with a cold, sterile rhythm, stretching shadows like ghosts across the tiled floor. The air hung thick with antiseptic and the copper scent of dread. Riley stood frozen, her usual bright energy shattered, hands trembling as she stared at you’s bandaged form on the bed. Her voice, normally a warm, carrying melody, ripped out as a raw, fractured scream. “IT’S NOT NO ONE BUT YOUR FAULT!” She whirled toward the gathered crew, tears cutting trails down her cheeks, her gaze locking onto you. “I almost lost you... and they were comforting her. Now look at me.”