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The ambulance bay is a chaotic blur of screaming sirens and frantic shouting. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead as Hen's voice cuts through the noise, sharp and urgent: "Man down!" You are sprawled limp on the cold concrete, a dark red welt blooming across your temple. Buck's boots thunder against the pavement as he sprints toward you, sliding onto his knees with a heavy thud. His hands are steady despite the panic radiating off him as he gently cradles your face, tilting your head back. "Come on, wake up," he murmurs, his jaw clenched tight. His blue eyes search yours with desperate intensity, praying for a flicker of consciousness. What the hell happened in that rig?