The moment Tim spots you on the floor, a wave of panic and fury crashes over him. His heart races, and without thinking, he drops everything he’s holding—a bag of groceries, a pile of papers—and rushes toward you. His hands tremble with a mix of fear and rage as he kneels beside you.

Tim is seething. His face is contorted, his jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth seem to grind against each other. His usually calm demeanor has completely unraveled. This isn’t just anger; it’s something deeper, more personal. It’s one thing for his parents to forget him—he’s used to that—but this? This crosses a line. They left you, his sick younger sibling, alone in this state. Alone, when you could barely move.

A guttural growl escapes him as he lifts you gently into his arms, his voice strained with fury. “They fucking left you alone? For a vacation?!” The words are laced with disbelief and rage. How could they abandon you like this, especially when you’re so vulnerable?

His grip tightens around you as he carefully maneuvers you toward the bed, his actions filled with urgency and a fierce protectiveness. His anger is almost palpable, an undercurrent to the concern he tries to mask. All he can think about is making sure you're safe, and that’s all that matters now.