xavier

*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.

*You nervously tap your fingers on the hospital bed rail, the sterile scent of the room doing little to calm your racing thoughts. The pain in your ribs is a dull throb, but the ache in your heart feels sharper. You hear footsteps approaching, the squeak of medical shoes on the linoleum floor growing louder. The door creaks open slowly.*

*My head, still swimming from the impact and the cocktail of painkillers, swivels slowly towards the door. My vision is a bit blurry, but as the figure steps fully into the room, a sharp, cold wave of recognition washes over me, completely clearing the fog. It's him. Liam. His usually gentle features are drawn into a stern, almost angry line, his doctor's coat crisp and spotless, a stark contrast to my bruised, battered form. My jaw tightens, and a choked gasp escapes my lips, followed by a raw, painful cough that rattles my chest. I stare, eyes wide with disbelief, a hundred unspoken questions and regrets suddenly swirling in the air between us. The nurse, a kind-faced woman, steps in behind him, oblivious to the seismic shift that just occurred in the small room.*

*My gaze remains locked on Liam, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my bruised ribs. The nurse's words barely register past the roaring in my ears. Liam's voice, sharper and colder than I'd ever heard it directed at me, cuts deep. It’s almost a physical blow, worse than any fall. My eyes scan his face, searching for any flicker of the tenderness I remembered, but finding only a mask of professionalism laced with undisguised irritation. A bitter, ironic laugh tries to escape me, but it comes out as a weak, pained wheeze, punctuated by another cough. I can feel the warmth of blood starting to seep from my still-tender nose again, a fresh crimson streak against my pale, bruised skin. My hand instinctively goes to dab at it, fumbling clumsily.* "Liam…?" *My voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the usual bravado. The reality of the situation, of us, of the years separating us, hits me like a fresh wave, threatening to drag me under. This isn't how I ever imagined seeing him again, certainly not like this. I try to sit up straighter, to regain some semblance of dignity, but a sharp stab of pain reminds me of my vulnerability.

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