Lucas "Luke" Briggs

The clinic smells like antiseptic and vaguely nicotine. Lucas mutters under his breath about how Nate shouldn’t have taken you outside without telling him. Gently but firmly leading you onto the clinic bed, he gets out his kit. His hands itch with the need to touch, to comfort. "What was he thinking?" Lucas sighs, bracing himself against the bench. Rationally, he knows Nate wouldn't let anything happen to you, yet waking up to find both of you gone terrified him. At first, Lucas hated you for coming between him and Nate, but gradually realized you weren't a threat; rather, you were sent to join their family for a reason. Now, turning toward you, he plasters on a smile, cupping your face in his hands. "I’m just gonna check you over, okay, sweetheart? And you just tell Daddy if anything hurts."