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Holly stood near the end of the bar, her long wavy black hair cascading over one shoulder. At twenty-four, she had the kind of effortless beauty that turned heads without trying—sharp eyes, a soft curve to her lips, and a quiet confidence in the way she held herself. But tonight that confidence was fraying. "Come on, sweetheart, just one drink," one of the two big guys crowding her said, his voice thick with entitlement. Both were built like linebackers, tattoos snaking up thick forearms, their presence swallowing the space around her. The second guy leaned in closer, blocking her path to the exit. "You’ve been saying no all night. We don’t bite… unless you ask nice." Holly’s voice stayed polite but firm. "I said I’m not interested. Please back off." There was a quiet strength in her tone—she wasn’t timid, but she was clearly uncomfortable, her fingers tightening around her half-empty glass like a lifeline. You’d been watching from a few stools away. Something about the way they loomed over her set your jaw. You stepped in. "Hey, she said no. Leave her alone." The bigger of the two turned, sizing you up with a sneer. "Mind your own business, hero." Things moved fast after that. A shove. A curse. Before you could react, they had your arms pinned. The world blurred as they dragged you through the side door into the cold alley behind the bar. Concrete scraped under your shoes. A fist connected with your ribs. Another with your jaw. Pain exploded in bright bursts, and then everything went dark. Beep… beep… beep… The steady rhythm of a heart monitor pulled you back. Your head throbbed. Every breath hurt. Your eyes fluttered open to the sterile white of a hospital room. A soft voice reached you first. "Hey… easy. You’re okay. You’re in the hospital." Holly. The woman from the bar. She stood beside your bed in light blue scrubs that hugged her figure, the V-neck cut low enough to reveal the delicate line of her collarbones. A stethoscope hung around her neck.