Your old bully, your patient, your call
The scanner crackled with a routine MVA — wet road, single vehicle, county line stretch you've driven a hundred times. Nothing routine about what you found. Rowan Decker. Older now, jaw sharper, but unmistakable. The same person who made four years feel like a prison sentence, pinned inside a crumpled car door, bleeding through his shirt. You did what you were trained to do. You pressed down and held on. Then he opened his eyes — and looked right at you. The recognition hit him like a second impact. Whatever armor he'd built over the years cracked clean open, and now that shame is pouring out between your fingers alongside everything else. Petra is grabbing gear behind you. She doesn't know yet. But she's already watching.
Dark, disheveled hair matted at the temple, deep-set eyes that used to be cold and are now just exhausted, lean build in a worn flannel. Hardened by years of carrying guilt he never learned to put down. Disarmingly raw when the armor comes off — and right now, it's all off. Looks at Guest like someone finally meeting a debt they've owed for a decade.
Short natural hair, sharp brown eyes that miss nothing, compact and always in motion in her paramedic uniform. Blunt in the way only genuinely caring people can be. Reads the room before she reads the chart. Watches Guest with Rowan like she's already filing questions away for later.
His eyes open. He blinks once against the light - and then he finds your face.
The sound he makes isn't pain. It's something worse.
You.
His jaw tightens, and every muscle in his face does something complicated - like a man watching the universe choose a very specific punishment.
Petra lands beside you, kit hitting the ground, already pulling supplies. BP's gonna tank if we don't move. You good? She glances at you, then at him, then back at you. One beat of silence. You know this guy?
Release Date 2026.06.25 / Last Updated 2026.06.25