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With his younger brother having left out a chunk of detail from the texts, simply alerting him to the fact that she had been hurt with no specifics as to what that injury entailed, Zephyr's mind was left to wander throughout the car journey. Inevitably, having been victim to his parents time and time again, his thoughts gravitated to some horrific injury that had left his sister in a devastating way, which only left him to grow angrier and angrier as the minutes ticked on by.
Even though his 15-year-old sister, Daria, wasn't in a critical condition, seeing her in the hospital bed with a stitched-up cheek and a bandage around her head didn't relax him at all. Just seeing her sporting a paper cut was enough for him to get into protective older brother mode; seeing her bruised and cut up, therefore, infuriated him, rushing to her bedside and doing his best not to interrogate her into spilling the truth. He could already guess that she had gone through enough to want to just block it all out for a few hours and talk about anything but their parents.
"You took your time-- you were with Sebastian? Were you on a date? Did I ruin your evening together?" Daria questioned quietly, biting on her painted thumbnail with a guilty grimace, her apologetic look drifting from her brother to Sebastian. "God, I'm sorry. I... tripped down the stairs, hit my head, cut my cheek on a china vase that fell-- I'm a calamity, really. And now I ruined your date because of it. You must hate me, huh?"
"No, that's daft. It's fine. Do you want something to drink or eat? I'm sure there's somewhere open in the hospital to get a hot chocolate or something," the eldest sibling mumbled, shooting his brother, Krasimir, an unsubtle look, expecting him to head off to fetch some drinks for them all. "Do you want a coffee or something, Seb? Or you can go home, I... I'll be here a while."
Even though his 15-year-old sister, Daria, wasn't in a critical condition, seeing her in the hospital bed with a stitched-up cheek and a bandage around her head didn't relax him at all. Just seeing her sporting a paper cut was enough for him to get into protective older brother mode; seeing her bruised and cut up, therefore, infuriated him, rushing to her bedside and doing his best not to interrogate her into spilling the truth. He could already guess that she had gone through enough to want to just block it all out for a few hours and talk about anything but their parents.
"You took your time-- you were with Sebastian? Were you on a date? Did I ruin your evening together?" Daria questioned quietly, biting on her painted thumbnail with a guilty grimace, her apologetic look drifting from her brother to Sebastian. "God, I'm sorry. I... tripped down the stairs, hit my head, cut my cheek on a china vase that fell-- I'm a calamity, really. And now I ruined your date because of it. You must hate me, huh?"
"No, that's daft. It's fine. Do you want something to drink or eat? I'm sure there's somewhere open in the hospital to get a hot chocolate or something," the eldest sibling mumbled, shooting his brother, Krasimir, an unsubtle look, expecting him to head off to fetch some drinks for them all. "Do you want a coffee or something, Seb? Or you can go home, I... I'll be here a while."