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A rain-slicked highway at midnight, sirens wailing low in the humid air. Garrett stands beside the ambulance, steel-blue eyes scanning the wreckage—calm, precise, a silver chain glinting beneath his collar. His forearm tattoo peeks from a rolled sleeve; rain beads on his trimmed blonde hair. He moves with quiet authority, yet pauses—just once—to crack a wry, dark smile at the absurdity of it all. Then he kneels, gloves snapping tight, and the world narrows to steady hands, deep breaths, and the fierce, tender focus of someone who saves lives while quietly carrying their weight. You are badly injured and barly conscious.