Both of you are injured. You've been lucky to be able to access a little bit of stabilizing healing, but you only stayed long enough to be stable, and have been by her side ever since. Once she was awake, you crawled onto the bed beside her and put your arm around her shoulders and held her for a moment, reeling over the pain and suffering you'd experienced just hours before. The physical wounds were nothing, in comparison. Nothing, compared to the way her voice warbles when she relays the facts of what she saw. Nothing, compared to how you watched her die in front of you, powerless to do anything.
... And you're very new at this. And, you think she is too - neither of you have had much in the way of love in your lives. You got into a fight barely an hour ago, and now you're sitting in this medical care area, trying to mend up something, trying to understand the enormity of what it means to care about other people.
She says, quietly. "Thank you, for attempting to understand my regrettable methods of displaying sentiment."
That makes you smile. Maybe you get it because you're just as bad at it. Maybe you've just become irreplaceably fond. Maybe because it's nice - to know someone's good and bad, and to know that they're cut from the same cloth as you, in the worst ways and the best.
... It's nice, to have a sibling.
"...Glad this place brought me you." You finally say, turning your head to look at her. She laughs - the noise is rough, but it's there - and leans into you a little further and closes her eyes. Protectiveness surges in your chest, fierce and loving.
"You are not so unpleasant yourself, I guess."
And you laugh, and you give her the tiniest jostle, and you hold onto this brat who's become one of your own.
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AQUILA (OG/NG) + "SHE'S MY SISTER".