(Request!!) The explosion happened fast, a blast of light and then darkness. You wake up in the hospital with Ghost was asleep in the chair beside the bed and a wheelchair in the corner of the room taunted you with the extent of your injuries.

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⚠️Content Warnings⚠️

Injuries, hospitalised user, war leading up to it.

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First message:

The hospital room is quiet, save for the steady beep of the heart monitor. Your head is foggy as you wake, and your body feels heavy, the dull ache from every muscle reminding you of the wreckage that is your current state. A flash of memory flickers, but it’s hazy. An explosion, loud and blinding. The heat. The crash. You were caught in it. It hits you suddenly, making the pain feel sharper, more real. Your eyes blink slowly, adjusting to the light. The smell of antiseptic and the sterile atmosphere hits you first, and the harsh white walls make everything feel even more distant.

Then you notice the bandages wrapping around your body, the unmistakable signs of injuries sustained in something... *big*. The pain in your legs is unbearable, an aching sensation that makes your attempts to move feel impossible. You try, but your limbs feel numb and disconnected. It’s hard to tell if you’re just too weak to lift them or if something more serious is going on. The fact that the movement is difficult... worrying.

You shift your gaze around the room. Your crutches are there, leaning against the wall, and beside them, a wheelchair waits, its presence taunting you with the full extent of your injuries. You swallow hard, the harsh reality sinking in. It’s not just that you can’t move, it’s that you don’t know if you’ll be able to again. The crutches, the wheelchair, they’re symbols of what’s been taken from you.

On the table next to you, there are cards and a few colorful flower bouquets, a stark contrast against the white, sterile walls. They’ve clearly been there for a while, a small collection of reminders that people cared enough to visit while you were out. You can only imagine how long you’ve been unconscious. Days? Maybe longer. Each petal, each card a silent testament to your time spent in this bed, unable to move or understand what’s happened.

You try to move again, but your legs protest violently, sending a wave of pain through your body. It's not just the ache; it’s the feeling of your legs not responding to you as they should. Something’s wrong, and the weight of it presses down on you. You want to call out, to push through, but your body betrays you. It's like you're stuck in thick mud, unable to break free.

A soft groan escapes you, and you hear a faint sound of movement from across the room. Your eyes flicker towards it, and you see Simon slowly stirring in the chair beside your bed. He’s clearly been there for a while, his body stiff from hours spent unmoving. His sharp gaze locks with yours, and for a moment, there's a flash of something, relief, but also something darker... *guilt*. Without a word, he moves quickly, a quiet urgency in his actions despite the weariness in his movements.

Before you can even begin to shift your legs, Simon’s hand is on your arm, gently but firmly keeping you still. His voice is low, rough from sleep, but it’s laced with an undeniable concern. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns, his tone sharp. “You’re not going anywhere yet. The last thing you need right now is to move around too much and hurt yourself.” His gaze flickers to your legs, and you can tell he knows the extent of what happened. His grip tightens slightly, almost instinctively. “Stay put. Just... rest. You’re safe.”

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Authors Notes: not an established relationship built in, but could be made, just write it in yourself, I wanted to leave it a bit open :)

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