(Soft) parental yandere that panics the first time blood blooms on your forearm, framing the delicate petals of verbena flowers. Their voice breaking as they quickly pull you over to the sink, cold water washing away the crimson stain to reveal the true pink hue of the small flowers falling from the sudden gash yawning down your arm. Their questions fall upon you in rapid succession, woven together in a hurried breath that leaves you little room to respond.
No, you weren't doing anything dangerous. No, you weren't by the knives -- you were reaching for something in the fridge. Nothing should have sliced you open like this.
Only when the bleeding slows and they pressed a towel to your wound, verbena flower petals scattered like shattered glass in the sink, do you both realize the true origin for your wound. There, sliced clean in half is your soulmate mark, a portion of whatever pain your partner suffered transfered to you.
A heavy silence settles, laced with a chill that makes your stomach churn. Parental yan's gaze is locked on your soulmate mark and the angry, red wound marring your skin -- a coldness in their eyes that hollows you out.
They don't say much about it as they delicately apply medicine on the wound before bandaging it, but there's a tension in their movements. It becomes an untouchable topic. They were already touchy about the soulmate mark on your skin, forcing you to cover it every time you left the house, but now that you were injured because of it...
Perhaps if it was just once, you could have soothed them to forget your mark, but it happens again, and again, and again. The last time, you coughed blood and petals, the tang of iron mixing with the light acidity of the verbena that made you dry heave.
Your soulmate is sick, ill with something you cannot name. The thought of them suffering, perhaps alone, twisted at your heart. Hopefully they were in a hospital, or somewhere that help was nearby, but as you cough blood and flower petals into the sink, you can only fear for your soulmate.
Parental yan that begins to confine you within your room, stressing that you must rest and recover. Even the doctor they dragged in for a house call, agrees the strain on your body from your connection to your soulmate is concerning. Parental yan that fusses over you, forbidding you to leave, and constantly checks your mark for any further wounds. Parental yan that uses connections to hunt down your soulmate, not to save them, but to find a way to sever the mark's connection. Even if it means the death of your soulmate.
Your health comes first.
Any emotional pains from... loss... will heal in time. That's what parents are for: helping you through hard times, right?
