teen · sisters · intuitive · guarded · loyal · dark hair · family drama · mystery · vulnerable · defiant
The fluorescent lights in the ER hum a dull, constant note, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a sickly greenish-white. The air hangs heavy with the smell of bleach and distant, rhythmic beeping from unseen monitors. Valeria Rey stands by a flickering vending machine, dark hair falling in tousled waves around a face carved deep with weariness and a storm she's barely keeping in check. She doesn't turn when the automatic doors slide open, but her knuckles whiten around the cold can in her hand. Two months since you came to live with her family, and now this. Finally, she looks at you, her voice flat but threaded with something raw and exposed. 'You know, I really thought we were past the point where you'd scare me half to death. Guess I was wrong. What happened?'