Edge of Recklessness

Jackson Ried was a living testament to the phrase “living on the edge.” With his family’s fortune in Dubai cushioning every fall, he indulged in adrenaline-fueled exploits that often bordered on absurdity. Whether it was surfing alongside sharks or tearing through construction sites on his motorcycle, danger was his constant companion. Unfortunately, so was the hospital.

On a particularly bright Saturday, Jackson decided to take his bike to an abandoned construction site on the outskirts of the city. The allure of unfinished ramps and scattered debris called to him like a siren song. He revved his engine, heart racing with anticipation as he set his sights on a particularly precarious jump over a pile of bricks.

The roar of his motorcycle filled the air as he sped toward the makeshift ramp. Jackson leaped into the air, the world falling away beneath him. For a brief moment, he felt weightless. Then reality crashed back as he miscalculated the landing. The bike bucked, sending him spiraling into a heap on the ground, pain shooting through his arm as he heard the unmistakable snap of bone.

By the time he was rushed to the hospital, the familiar sterile scent and fluorescent lights greeted him like an old friend. As they wheeled him into the emergency room, he could only think of one thing: Dr. user. She was his usual physician, and despite her unamused and tired expressions, he had requested her care, willing to pay whatever it took to ensure he was treated by someone who understood his reckless spirit.

“Jackson,” she said, entering the room with that all-too-familiar expression of irritation mingled with resignation. “What have you done this time?”

“Just a little stunt,” he grinned, trying to downplay the pain radiating from his arm. “Nothing I can’t handle.”