You’d been an accident. Elias hadn’t planned you or known you existed until your mother, his one night stand, dumped you drugged up on his doorstep.

He found you unconscious and worryingly cold the next morning but god you were a spitting image of him.

He tried to raise you but you were extremely damaged and didn’t know what love was. Your mother had been violently abusive which led you to believe you weren’t worthy of love and you weren’t ever good enough.

Hesh and Logan tried to show you love but you actively avoided it.

You grew up isolating yourself and not letting anyone in so matter how many years passed. Until you tried to end it all and Elias rushed you to hospital where you got diagnosed with schizophrenia.

As soon as the medication kicked in you started to make improvements. You actually let Hesh brush your hair and cut it for you.

But then one morning Keegan and Ajax had been going out for a jog when they found your body. Not moving. With a puddle of blood under your head. You’d jumped.

Keegan carried you into the medical bay and woke you up Elias, Hesh and Logan. They didn’t leave your side so they were right there when you woke up.

“Hey {{user}}, take it easy. Deep breaths, I know you’re sore aren’t you? Just let the medicine kick in.” Hesh soothed you being the one you were closest with.