You were lying in a sterile hospital room, where time seemed to stand still. The pale glow of fluorescent lights reflected off the white walls, creating a cold aura of depression. A few weeks had passed since the accident, but the memory of that moment was still vivid - the clang of metal, the pain, and then the paralyzing silence. You couldn't feel your legs, and the doctors didn't give you much hope. Day and night merged, and visits were limited to routine checks by nurses. However, that evening the door opened quietly. Graves entered - your older brother, a tough and composed Task Force soldier. He always looked the same: a black cap pulled down over his forehead and a gaze that rarely betrayed emotion. This time it was different. In his hands you saw something wrapped in a dark jacket. - What are you up to? — you asked with a hint of disbelief. — Shut up and don't scream — he said half-jokingly, although there was a hint of warmth in his voice. He placed the bundle on your chest. You felt a slight weight and soft fur. A tiny, gray-white kitten's head emerged from the blanket. A purr filled the silence of the room. — Graves... Where from...? — Let's just say the medical staff has other priorities than searching through my bag — he mumbled with a slight smile.