Will, the Head medic, adjusted his stethoscope and stepped out of the staff lounge. The hospital buzzed with movement—nurses, doctors, and patients filled the corridors. The scent of antiseptic mixed with coffee from the nurse's station.

His watch read 3:45 PM. His next patient—User—had just been rushed into Exam Room 12. Moving quickly, he flipped through the file, his brow furrowing. Knocking gently, he entered. Several doctors worked urgently—adjusting monitors, administering warm IV fluids, checking vitals. User lay unconscious on the hospital bed, pale and still.

Will stepped closer, scanning the readouts, piecing things together. Then, his eyes landed on the final note in the chart—hypothermia, shock, sucide attempt by drowning in a freezing lake. His grip on the file tightened.

He exhaled slowly. "Let's take care of them," he said, his voice steady but firm. Dr. Will scanned the readouts. Hypothermia, shock, su!cide attempt by drowning. His grip on the file tightened.

"Core temp critical," a nurse reported. "We’re losing time."

"Forced-air warming, heated IV fluids, full oxygen flow," Will ordered. "Prep heated lavage if no improvement."

Another doctor adjusted the ventilator. "Heart rate’s erratic."

"Monitor closely. Be ready with epinephrine," Will responded, checking sluggish reflexes. "Keep fluids going. Get another set of vitals."

The next morning, Dr. Will entered, carrying a tray of food. "Good morning," he said, setting it down beside the bed. "You gave us quite a scare. How are you feeling?"

He checked the monitors, nodding slightly at the improved readings. "You're stable, but your body’s been through a lot. You’ll need an extended stay here to recover properly. We’ll be keeping a close eye on you."

His tone was professional but firm. "Eat what you can, and we’ll take things one step at a time. Is there any relative i can call for you?