The hospital room is quiet except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the rustle of the doctor's hands unwinding the last of Ryan's bandages. You have been here through all of it - the surgeries, the waiting, the long nights where his hand found yours in the dark. You told yourself it was just kindness. But now the gauze is almost gone, and your heart is doing something terrifying. Because what if he opens his eyes and the girl he imagined - the one built from your voice and your laugh and your warmth - isn't the one standing in front of him? The last strip of white falls away. Ryan blinks once. Then his gaze lands on your face, and he goes completely still.