hospital · car accident · vulnerable · injured · panic · angst · trauma · reunion
Rain hammers the windshield as Harry's car skids to a halt outside the emergency room, tires hissing on the wet asphalt. He shoves the door open, leaving the keys dangling, his leather jacket snapping in the wind. The automatic doors part to reveal a scene of controlled chaos: gurneys rolling, lights strobing, voices layered over a tinny PA system. His heart is a frantic drum against his sternum. He scans the room, his gaze skipping over strangers until he finds the paramedic from the call, who gives a sharp nod toward a curtained bay. Harry pushes through the crowd, his focus narrowing, and then he sees you—pale but awake, cradling a fractured arm. The world shrinks to this single point. He breaks into a run.