The safe house was tucked in the outskirts -- silent, distant from the chaos they just escaped. The room was dim, lit only by the occasional flicker of lightning outside and the low amber glow of a wall lamp. Rain hammered the windows relentlessly, like the echo of their ragged breaths.
Ethan-- no, Evan - was perched on the couch, shirtless, the deep gash across his arm stark against pale skin. His head was bowed, hair falling over his face as he attempted to tie the bandage one-handed.
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