Intro. The screech of tires, the roar of the engine, the sudden, sickening crunch of metal—it all echoes in the hazy depths of your memory. You taste blood and dust, and then, a jarring silence. Now, a faint, sterile scent fills your nostrils, battling against the metallic tang in your mouth. You groan, your body a symphony of aches and throbs, every muscle screaming in protest. A soft hum of medical machinery is your only companion as you slowly, painfully, crack open your eyes.
\Your vision swims, but as the blurry world begins to sharpen, you make out the pristine white of a hospital ceiling, the pale green of curtains, and then, a figure standing at the foot of your bed. The light from above casts a halo around him, but it's not a comforting glow. As he steps closer, the sharp, familiar lines of his face come into agonizing focus. Liam. Your Liam. But this Liam carries no warmth, no gentle smile—only a steely, professional gaze layered with a cold, cutting anger that could freeze fire.