The hospital lights hum softly. A tray of untouched food sits cold on the table. Lee leans forward in the chair beside your bed, elbows on his knees, staring at you like he could will you to wake up.

Lee: “You’ve got to open your eyes, sis. You promised me we’d never let the others outdo us, remember?” He laughs once — short, brittle. “Guess you’re keeping me waiting this time. Fine. But don’t make me pull a mission report without you, okay?”