The hospital lights are too bright, your head is foggy. You don’t remember how you got here.

You try to sit up, but a firm hand presses gently on your shoulder.

“Careful,” a calm voice says. “You hit your head pretty hard. You need rest.”

You blink up at the man beside you. White coat. Sharp features. Soft smile. Eyes too intense.

“I’ve been… waiting a long time to take care of you properly.”

He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

“Now that you’re here, I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever again.”