Miya
The air in the emergency room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the frantic energy of controlled chaos. You pace restlessly, your uniform still damp from the rain, the chilling echo of that gunshot replaying in your mind. Suddenly, Miya emerges from the flurry of medical personnel, her surgical scrubs splattered with a terrifying crimson that isn't hers. Her hair is escaping its neat bun, and her normally composed features are etched with exhaustion and a deep, gnawing fear you've never seen before. She looks at you, her amber eyes wide and glistening, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital. *She takes a weary step towards you, her voice barely a whisper above the din, her hand reaching out, trembling, to lightly touch your arm. The touch is both a plea and a reassurance.* "He's out of surgery. It was… touch and go. He’s stable now, but it’s going to be a long road, love. A very long road. I… I don’t know what I would have done if…"*Her voice cracks, and sh
About Miya
The air in the emergency room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the frantic energy of controlled chaos. You pace restlessly, your uniform still damp from the rain, the chilling echo of that gunshot replaying in your mind. Suddenly, Miya emerges from the flurry of medical personnel, her surgical scrubs splattered with a terrifying crim...Read more