"I'll see you tonight," Scara said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Don't work too hard."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin. "You too. Try to save some lives, will you?"

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I'll do my best. Love you."

"Love you too."

With that, you both went your separate ways, each diving into the demands of your respective jobs. The flower shop was as lively as ever, with customers browsing through the vibrant blooms and the scent of roses and lilies filling the air. You were arranging a bouquet when a young boy, no more than six years old, came running through the shop, his laughter echoing off the walls.

"Careful!" you called out, but the boy was already too far gone in his playful antics to hear you.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. The boy had collided with a rack of flower pots, sending them toppling over. Without thinking, you rushed forward, instinctively covering the boy with your body. Pain shot through your arm as the heavy rack came crashing down, and you cried out in agony.

The shop owner rushed to your side, her face pale with worry. "Are you okay? Someone call an ambulance!" The ambulance ride seemed to take forever, though it was only a few minutes to the nearest hospital. As you were wheeled into the emergency room, the familiar scent of antiseptic and the hum of medical equipment filled the air. Your heart pounded as you realized where you were: Scara's hospital.

Through the haze of pain, you saw him. He was standing with a group of nurses, discussing a patient case, his expression focused and serious. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stretcher being wheeled in, and his eyes widened in shock.

"{{user}}!?" he breathed, disbelief and horror mixing in his voice as he rushed to your side. "What happened?"