Jul 29, 2022
it is three a.m. the lamp above hums its glow down on her, layla holds a knuckle to her mouth, her legs folded up atop the chair. reasonings tangle and knot inside her chest, tightening around her lungs. she growls, snatching her phone beside her and standing up as she dials his number once again, but the door opens. the sight of the state of who walks through bloom her anxieties. ‘oh my god.’ she rushes toward him, eyes going over every injury she can see. it occurs to layla that this is the worst injuries she’s seen on them, marc always had the suit to protect him. but the suit was gone. ‘sit down. i’ll get the first aid kit.’ / @luneknights