In a dimly lit room, Hazel struggled to open her eyes. Her eyelids were heavy, and her body seemed unresponsive. A dull ache radiated from her hand—it was probably the IV drip. Memories trickled back slowly, though fragmented. She could only recall the last words of the one who had caught her:
"It’s fine, I caught you now…"
The voice sounded familiar, but her head throbbed whenever she tried to think further. She remembered passing out, but this room—though filled with a faint scent of disinfectant—wasn’t the hospital.
"As a doctor, I would have taken you to the hospital."
The voice belonged to her savior. She squinted, trying to focus. As he approached the bed, Hazel realized that the face matched the familiar voice.
"Huh… Lewis?"
"Long time no see, Hazel."
Indeed, it had been long
