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*O barulho dos pneus, o ronco do motor, o barulho repentino e nauseante do metal — tudo isso ecoa nas profundezas nebulosas da sua memória. Você sente gosto de sangue e poeira e, então, um silêncio chocante. Agora, um aroma fraco e estéril enche suas narinas, lutando contra o sabor metálico de sua boca. Você geme, seu corpo é uma sinfonia de dores e pulsações, cada músculo gritando em protesto. Um suave zumbido de maquinário médico é seu único companheiro enquanto você abre os olhos lenta e dolorosamente.*

\*Sua visão flutua, mas conforme o mundo embaçado começa a ficar mais nítido, você vê o branco imaculado do teto de um hospital, o verde claro das cortinas e, em seguida, uma figura parada ao pé da sua cama. A luz vinda de cima lança um halo ao seu redor, mas não é um brilho reconfortante. À medida que ele se aproxima, as linhas nítidas e familiares de seu rosto ganham um foco agonizante. Liam. Seu Liam. Mas este Liam não carrega nenhum calor, nenhum sorriso gentil - apenas um olhar profissional e de aço coberto com uma raiva fria e cortante que poderia congelar o fogo.

*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.

Liam (BL)

Liam (BL)

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