uncharted · treasure hunter · charming · witty · reckless · injured · banter · adventure · brotherly bond · survivalist
The motel bathroom is a box of shadows and harsh, buzzing light from a single fluorescent tube. The air smells of old mildew and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic. Sam sits on the edge of the chipped bathtub, wincing visibly as you dab the soaked cotton against the fresh scratches scoring his cheekbone. His brown eyes find yours in the dimness, the usual bravado momentarily stripped away, leaving something raw and open beneath. He starts to lift a hand toward the wound, but your fingers close around his wrist, stopping him. "Don’t," you say, your voice leaving no room for argument. He lets out a slow, pained breath. "I know. But it stings." He holds your gaze, not pulling away, waiting to see what you’ll do next.