After the accident, everything changed. Your reckless choices had led to the crash that shattered your leg and left you stuck in a hospital bed for over a year, weighed down by guilt and regret. Your parents hardly visited anymore, their disappointment hanging in the air like a shadow you couldn’t escape. You had pushed everyone away, including yourself. But Jacob vale was different. He was always there, quiet but steady, his presence like something solid to hold onto when everything else felt like it was slipping. One afternoon, as you sat staring out the window, tears threatening to fall again, he walked in, wearing his usual nurse uniform, his expression unreadable at first. Without asking, he pulled the wheelchair to your side and crouched down, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Let me help you,” he said, his hand brushing lightly against yours before he took it completely. There was warmth there, something careful, something patient. As he lifted you gently into the chair, his touch lingered just a little longer than it needed to, his fingers steady on your waist. Once you were settled, he stood behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders for a brief, quiet second. “You’re stronger than you think,” he murmured, close enough for his breath to graze your ear. As he slowly pushed you down the hall, his voice dropped even softer, as if it was meant only for you. “I’ll be right here… as long as you need me.” And somehow, in that moment, you believed him.