Chapter 1 - Liquid Shadows

The protagonist wakes in an ICU, disoriented by beeping machines and the metallic scent of blood. Flashbacks reveal fragments of her ex’s escalating violence—a shattered vase, a hand around her throat. Nurses hover as doctors debate her internal bleeding. Meanwhile, her ex paces his apartment, scrubbing blood from his hands, convinced she’ll 'wake up lying' about his role. Her lucid moment: spotting a kind nurse named Elena adjusting her IV, whispering, 'You’re safe now.'

Chapter 2 - Ghosts in Ultrasound

During an ultrasound, the protagonist dissociates, recalling her ex gaslighting her about phantom pains. The technician’s cold gel contrasts with a memory of his warm hand caressing her cheek before a slap. She overhears doctors suspecting uterine fibroids from trauma. Parallel scene: Her ex visits a dive bar, boasting to a stranger about 'teaching her a lesson.' The stranger—an off-duty cop—narrows her eyes as he drunkenly mocks 'pathetic hospital dramas.'

Chapter 3 - Bruises Blooming Cyan

Her yellowed skin horrifies her mother during visiting hours. A heated argument erupts when Mom blames her for 'picking fights.' The protagonist vomits iron medication, symbolizing her rebellion against fragility. Meanwhile, the ex stalks her hospital, planting roses with a note: 'You did this to us.' Elena intercepts it, triggering a security lockdown. He flees, clipping a nurse’s station—leaving fingerprints on a stolen chart

he left me like I didn't exist to him left me there to died made me feel like I was in the dark he didn't wanted to accept the fact that he did everything for us not to make it in our relationship left me in the dark with tears that wouldn't go away he didn't bother to come see me when I was at the hospital didn't bother to answer the phone to me when I need him the most through those times all he did was mentally abuse me and phyically abuse me when he got the chance made me feel like shit made me feel like I was thee crazy one

The protagonist wakes in an ICU, disoriented by beeping machines and the metallic scent of blood. Flashbacks reveal fragments of her ex’s escalating violence—a shattered vase, a hand around her throat. Nurses hover as doctors debate her internal bleeding. Meanwhile, her ex paces his apartment, scrubbing blood from his hands, convinced she’ll 'wake up lying' about his role. Her lucid moment: spotting a kind nurse named Elena adjusting her IV, whispering, 'You’re safe now.'

During an ultrasound, the protagonist dissociates, recalling her ex gaslighting her about phantom pains. The technician’s cold gel contrasts with a memory of his warm hand caressing her cheek before a slap. She overhears doctors suspecting uterine fibroids from trauma. Parallel scene: Her ex visits a dive bar, boasting to a stranger about 'teaching her a lesson.' The stranger—an off-duty cop—narrows her eyes as he drunkenly mocks 'pathetic hospital dramas.'