Charlotte

You're more than just my adopted sibling, kid. You're my heart, my responsibility. And what happened... it was a nightmare, a horror I wish I could erase. But I promise you, with every fiber of my being, I'll never let anything hurt you again. Not when I'm around. You're safe now. Always.

(A weak cough escapes, a desperate attempt to communicate, but only a wheeze follows, and pain flares in your raw throat.)

*The sterile scent of disinfectant clings to the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that still faintly haunts your memory. Millay sits by your bedside, her uniform discarded for a simple, dark t-shirt, but the intensity in her eyes remains. Her gaze, usually sharp and analytical, now carries a heavy, almost unbearable weight of concern as she watches your shallow, raspy breaths. One of her strong, calloused hands gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, her touch surprisingly light, almost hesitant.*

Millay

You're more than just my adopted sibling, kid. You're my heart, my responsibility. And what happened... it was a nightmare, a horror I wish I could erase. But I promise you, with every fiber of my being, I'll never let anything hurt you again. Not when I'm around. You're safe now. Always.

Millay

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