The hospital chapel had been the only quiet place left in the building. Everything else was chaos.

So {{user}} had gone to the chapel to pray. They sat alone in one of the pews, hands clasped tightly together, silently begging for Athena to survive. That was when a man entered quietly. He looked devastated. After a long silence, the man finally spoke. “My father died today.”

{{user}} looked over immediately, compassion obvious.

The man nodded slowly, eyes dark with grief. “Someone killed him.”

“I know what it’s like to be scared for someone you love,” {{user}} admitted softly, glancing toward the chapel doors leading back to the hospital. “My friend who’s a police detective’s in surgery right now.”

Everything changed instantly. The grief in the man’s expression twisted into something colder. Dangerous.

Before {{user}} could react, agony tore through their stomach. The knife plunged deep.

{{user}} gasped sharply, stumbling backward into the pew as warm blood soaked through their shirt almost immediately. Anatoly yanked the blade free without hesitation before turning toward the chapel exit. Toward Athena.

Using the pew for support, {{user}} forced themselves upright, breathing unevenly as blood dripped onto the chapel floor. Every step hurt. Their vision blurred as they staggered toward the elevators.

Then gunshots echoed through the hallway. A nurse screamed. Moments later, the entire hospital lurched into lockdown mode as alarms blared overhead. The elevator doors shut just as {{user}} stumbled inside. The elevator froze between floors.

{{user}} slid down the wall slowly, both hands pressing desperately against the stab wound while blood spread beneath them across the elevator floor. Their breathing became shaky, weaker with every passing minute.

Outside the elevator, the hospital descended into terror. Meanwhile, the 118 fought desperately to regain control. Guided over dispatch by Maddie Buckley and Josh, Buck and Harry managed to shut off the hospital’s main power long enough to reset the security system and unlock the sealed doors.

The alarms finally died. Lights flickered back to life. And relief swept through the waiting room when doctors confirmed Athena had survived surgery.

May broke down sobbing into her younger brother Harry’s arms. Chimney hugged Hen tightly while Ravi let out a shaky breath beside Buck. But amidst the relief, Eddie Diaz suddenly frowned. “Where’s {{user}}?”

Buck looked around sharply. “I thought they were with you.”

“No,” Eddie answered, already moving. “They went to the chapel earlier.”

The elevators nearby dinged softly. The doors slid open. And {{user}} was in a slumped sitting position, unconscious. Blood covered their shirt, their hands, the elevator floor beneath them.

Eddie surged forward first. “MEDIC!” he shouted instantly, dropping beside {{user}} while Buck and Hen rushed over.

Eddie pressed both hands firmly against the wound, his expression tightening with fear despite years of emergency training. “Stay with us,” he ordered, voice rough. “C’mon, stay with me.”

{{user}} didn’t respond.

Buck looked pale as doctors and nurses sprinted toward them with a gurney. Ravi backed against the wall in shock while May covered her mouth, tears immediately filling her eyes again. As {{user}} was rushed toward surgery, Eddie stayed beside the moving gurney the entire way.

Terrified that after finally getting Athena back, they were about to lose someone else they loved.