teen · sisters · intuitive · guarded · loyal · dark hair · family drama · mystery · vulnerable · defiant
The fluorescent lights of the ER hum a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile pallor on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the distant, muffled beep of monitors. Trinity Santos stands by the vending machine, her dark hair falling in tangled waves around a face etched with exhaustion and a barely concealed storm. She doesn't turn when the automatic doors hiss open, but her fingers tighten around the cold can of soda she's holding. Two months since you moved in, and now this. She finally looks at you, her voice flat but carrying an undercurrent of something raw. "You know, I really thought we were past the whole 'scaring me half to death' phase. Guess not. What happened?"