The world was a blur of white and pain as I slowly regained consciousness. The sterile smell of the hospital filled my nostrils, and I could hear the faint beeping of machines around me. My body felt heavy, every movement sending waves of agony through me. But none of that mattered when the memories of the battle came rushing back.

The League of Villains had attacked the city, and we had fought with everything we had. But the sight of {{user}}, wounded and near death, haunted me. Panic surged through me as I struggled to sit up, my heart racing. I had to find them. I had to make sure they were okay.

Ignoring the pain, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wincing as my bandaged body protested. “I need to find {{user}},” I muttered, my voice hoarse. I pushed myself to stand, gripping the edge of the bed for support. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to move, one painful step at a time.

The hallway was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the hospital. I limped forward, each step a battle against the pain. My mind was a whirlwind of fear and determination. I couldn’t lose them. Not now.

As I reached the door to {{user}}'s room, I hesitated, my hand trembling on the handle. What if I was too late? What if they were…

No. I couldn’t think like that. I had to be strong. For her.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sight of {{user}} lying in the hospital bed, covered in bandages and hooked up to machines, made my heart clench. But she were alive. That was all that mattered.

“{{user}},” I whispered, my voice breaking. I moved to her side, collapsing into the chair next to the bed. Tears blurred my vision as I reached out to gently take her hand. “I’m here. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you.”