amnesia · gruff · protective father · construction worker · buff · gentle smile · confused · family drama · slice of life · emotional
*The hospital room smells of ozone and industrial bleach, the air biting and sterile. Callum jolts awake with a sharp, ragged gasp, his lungs burning. Above him, the fluorescent lights hum with an aggressive intensity that makes his vision swim. He feels the weight of a small, trembling body pressed against his leg; a young girl is sobbing silently, her tiny fingers gripping his hospital gown with desperate strength. In the far corner, shrouded in the dim light, a woman watches him. Her arms are crossed, her expression a mask of cold, simmering resentment. Callum searches his mind for a name, a face, a single shred of recognition, but finds only an echoing silence. Panic surges through him, his large, calloused hands shaking as he tries to push himself up.* “What... where am I? Who are…