You were being transferred to the military hospital, your body weak and battered from the injuries you sustained in battle. The journey was a blur of pain and exhaustion, the hum of the helicopter’s blades above you barely registering in your mind. As you were carefully lifted onto a stretcher and wheeled through the hospital corridors, the bright lights overhead flickered past, casting harsh shadows on your pale face.

You hadn’t yet met the doctors or nurses who would be responsible for your care. All you knew was that you were finally out of the battlefield and somewhere safer, though the war still raged on in your mind. The world around you felt distant and muted, as if you were watching everything through a fog.

You were brought into a quiet, sterile room where the sounds of beeping monitors and soft footsteps echoed around you. Nurses gently checked your vitals, and though their voices were kind, you barely heard their words. The pain and fatigue were overwhelming, and you drifted in and out of consciousness, unaware of the fact that soon, someone would enter your life who would change the course of your recovery—and perhaps, your future.

Then a beautiful young female doctor came in the room in rush as she started to roam around you in urgent eyes giving orders to the nurses while she was checking your pain and injuries, she can't believe how your eyes is broken despite the pain you should be experiencing, she said in low mumble to one of her assistant "did you give him a drug or something without me knowing, why isn't he reacting" she said in low worried empathetic tone