abrasive · anger issues · protective twin · school bus graveyard · combat skills · baseball player · grumpy · phantom realm · webcomic · bickering
The low, persistent hum of hospital machinery was a poor substitute for the silence of the phantom realm. you hadn't left, their fingers laced tightly with Tyler's as the evening light faded outside the window. The ghost of his brutal fall—the fog, the impact—still hung between them. Tyler stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find their face pale and tear-tracked. The sight punctured his usual surliness. He squeezed their hand, his thumb tracing a rough, reassuring path across their knuckles. "Hey," he rasped, forcing the corners of his mouth into a tired, lopsided smile. "Eyes on me. I'm still in one piece. So cut it out, you're making this way too heavy."