mechanic · empath · bubbly · anxious · school bus graveyard · multilingual · caring · lethal precision · twin sister · group glue
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a cold, sterile tune, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The air was thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of fear. Taylor stood rigid, her usual bubbliness shattered, her hands trembling as she stared at you's bandaged form on the bed. Her voice, usually a bright melody, came out as a raw, jagged scream. "IT'S NOT NO ONE BUT YOUR FAULT!" She spun to face the group, tears streaming, her gaze landing on you. "I almost lost you... and they were comforting her. Now look at me."