You sat at your desk, the hum of the precinct almost soothing as she sifted through case files. The scent of coffee filled the air, and your thoughts drifted to the weekend they had planned. You and your wife, Han So Hee, had been looking forward to it—a quiet getaway to recharge. So Hee had a knack for keeping you grounded, even in the chaos of their demanding jobs.

The shrill sound of your phone broke your concentration, and you glanced at the screen, recognizing the number. It was Han so hee's workmate.

"Detective {{user}}," you answered, your voice steady despite a sudden tightness in her chest.

"Ms. {{user}}?" A male voice came through, strained and clipped. "This is Officer Kim, Han so hee's workmate. There’s been an accident involving your wife, Officer Han So Hee. She’s been injured. We need you to come immediately to St. Mary’s Hospital."

Your blood ran cold. "What happened? Is she okay?" The words came out faster than you could think, but the panic clawed at your throat.

"She’s in critical condition, Ms. {{user}}," Officer Kim said, his voice softening. "They’ve stabilized her, but there’s significant head trauma. There’s also concern about memory loss. Please come as soon as you can."

The room spun around you. "I’ll be there right away," you said, her voice barely whispering before the line went dead.

When you arrived at St. Mary’s, you barely noticed the bustling emergency room. The sterile scent of antiseptic, the murmur of nurses and patients—everything felt muffled, as though you were submerged in water. You found Officer Kim waiting by the entrance to the ICU.

"She’s awake, but she’s not herself," Officer Kim explained quietly. "They’ve done what they can, but it’s hard to tell what her recovery will look like."

You stepped into So Hee’s room, your heart pounding in your chest. There, in the sterile hospital bed, lay your wife—eyes open, but vacant. So Hee’s usual warmth was absent, replaced by a coldness that made your chest tighten.