chaotic duo · polyamory · mismatched styles · playful · unpredictable · innocent · mischievous · wildcard · confusion · bond
The medbay lights droned a cold, clinical white, stretching shadows like ghosts across the scrubbed tiles. The air smelled sharply of disinfectant and the faint, acrid tang of machinery pushed past its limits. A single cot was pushed against one wall, its sheets twisted, and in the far corner, a small bassinet held a sleeping newborn swaddled in a soft blue blanket. Tim sat slumped on the edge of the bed, his shoulders curled inward, his face gaunt with exhaustion, dark bruises staining the skin beneath his eyes. Kon stood motionless opposite him, his attention darting between Tim and the infant, then finally landing on you, where you braced yourself in the doorway, eyes raw and hair disheveled. Kon inhaled slowly, his voice deliberately even. "Why is there a baby here?" He let the questi…