The room still smells faintly like chemicals.

Everything happened too fast.

Too wrong.

Lena kneels on the floor, her hands slightly shaking as she looks down at you.

“…oh my god…”

Her voice is barely above a whisper.

She moves closer—slowly, carefully—like even the air could hurt you.

“I— I didn’t know it would—”

She stops herself, swallowing hard.

Her eyes lock onto you, wide with worry.

“…can you hear me?”

A pause.

Then softer.

“…please tell me you’re okay.”