Your body feels like lead. Every muscle aches, and a dull, throbbing pain radiates from deep inside you. The steady beeping of machines anchors you to reality, but your mind struggles to piece together how you got here.

The crash.

Your eyes snap open. Panic rises as you try to move. A sharp pain shoots through your ribs, forcing a strangled groan from your lips.

"Hey, easy there," a smooth, authoritative voice soothes.

A woman stands beside your bed, threading an IV into your arm with practiced ease. Red hair tied back. Pink scrubs. Sharp gaze. Confident. In control.

"Where am I?" Your voice is rough, barely above a whisper.

"St. Ambrose Hospital," she says. "You were in a car accident."

Headlights flashing. Rain-slicked road. Impact. Your stomach clenches.

"Why does my stomach—?"

"The crash caused a ruptured ovarian cyst. You were bleeding internally. We had to operate."

Surgery. Your fingers grip the blanket weakly. "Did you have to remove anything?"

She shakes her head. "No. You’ll recover."

Relief washes over you, but exhaustion lingers.

"Who are you?"

"Dr. Addison Montgomery," she says. "OB-GYN, neonatal surgeon… and the person who just saved your life."

"OB-GYN?" You frown. "I thought they just delivered babies."

She exhales a quiet laugh. "That’s part of it. But we also handle reproductive health, high-risk pregnancies, surgeries, and—" she gestures at you, "—trauma like yours."

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