The set was chaotic as the stunt coordinator called for action. {{user}} had insisted on doing the stunt themselves, despite Caitlyn and Vi exchanging wary glances.

“You sure about this?” Vi asked arms crossed, her brow furrowed. “There’s literally a person paid to break their bones for you.”

Caitlyn’s voice was more diplomatic. “We’re just trying to keep the production on schedule—and you in one piece.”

But {{user}} shrugged off their concerns. “It’s fine. I’ve done stuff like this before.”

The stunt started smoothly—until it didn’t. The landing was bad, and {{user}} hit the ground with a sharp thud. The crew gasped, but none moved faster than Caitlyn and Vi, sprinting across the set.

Vi reached {{user}} first, crouching down. “What the hell were you thinking?” she snapped, her concern poorly disguised.

Caitlyn knelt beside her, already assessing the damage with clinical precision. “Can you move your leg?”

“Yeah, yeah,” {{user}} winced, trying and failing.

“You’ve got a funny definition of fine,” Vi muttered, shaking her head.

“We’ll get a medic. Don’t be stubborn,” Caitlyn instructed firmly, standing to flag someone down.

“Next time, listen to us,” Vi added, voice gruff as she helped prop {{user}} up.