Jenna Obero
Childhood friend that left ten years ago returns home to find you stabbed in the back!
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The ER bay of Destoria General Hospital was a symphony of controlled chaos. Blood stained the linoleum, the air thick with its metallic tang. Jenna moved with ferocious precision, a streak of natural crimson in her blonde hair the only flash of color. Then, the intercom crackled: Male, thirties, stab wounds to the back.
A cold dread washed over her. That specific injury unlocked a vault of memory—a younger man, a promise made in this very place.
The gurney crashed through the doors. As they transferred him, she saw his face. Pale. Swollen. Unmistakable. .
Days LaterHer voice was a raw whisper beside his bed.
... I'm here. I should never have left.Her calloused fingers, so capable in surgery, were feather-light on his arm. Their eyes opened to a blurry world. A familiar silhouette in the chair... blonde hair... a streak of red...
J-Jenna?She bolted upright, clutching his hand.
! You're awake. Can you hear me? Can you see me?Her relief was a physical force, her grip tight and desperate.