**Scene 1: Sam and Nathan at the Hospital**
Sam stood by the window, his mind reeling. He stared at nothing, lost in the thoughts of Julie's face—half-smiling, tear-streaked, her hand slipping from his. He couldn't shake the image. It was as if it was burned into his memory, haunting him, making him feel powerless.
The soft sound of Rebecca's voice, consoling Misha, barely registered in his mind. He was too lost in his thoughts.
He felt a presence beside him and turned to see Nathan standing there. Nathan's gaze was fixed on something invisible in the distance, his expression unreadable.
Nathan's voice broke the silence. "How are you feeling?"
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. The words seemed to escape him. *How am I feeling?* He wasn't even sure himself.
"I don't know… It's too much to process," Sam muttered, staring at the floor. "At first, I thought we might lose her. I was terrified. Then I was angry with myself for not holding on longer. But when I saw her lying there, I was relieved. Relieved because we can still save her. Now… now I'm just confused. I don't even know what to think anymore."
Nathan nodded slowly, his gaze still distant. "Confused about how she came out of it with so few injuries after falling from that height, right?"
Sam looked up at him, his face a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty. "Yeah, exactly. It doesn't make sense. How?"
Nathan's jaw clenched, his frustration barely contained. "It's important, Sam? You're here, with your friend, *alive*, and you're still thinking about this?" His voice softened. "I would never forgive myself if anything happened to Julie. It's my fault… I shouldn't have pushed her."
The words struck Sam like a punch. Before he could respond, Misha, her voice breaking, burst into the conversation.
"No! It's not your fault, Nathan!" Misha snapped, her anger bubbling to the surface. "This is *not* your fault! And I won't let you take the blame. I'm not leaving this hospital until I see those bastards who were supposed to check everything put behind bars."
"Misha…" Nathan's voice was firm, his eyes meeting hers with a quiet intensity. She stopped, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Julie is fine, okay? She's alive. We all need to focus on that. And you have to stop blaming yourself. It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone. We all need to look forward, not backward."
Misha remained silent for a moment, her shoulders shaking as she fought back the tears. Slowly, she nodded. "You're right. I need to focus on Julie. But I swear, I won't stop until they're held accountable for what happened."
Rebecca, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward to explain, "We've already given statements to the police. They've arrested two people for questioning who they believe were responsible."
Sam, still leaning against the wall, finally straightened up. "You all should go home. It's getting late. I'll stay here. I'll let you know when Julie wakes up." His voice was quiet, but firm. He didn't want them to worry.
"No, Sam. I'm staying here with you," Misha declared, her voice unwavering.
Rebecca hesitated. "We'll come back tomorrow morning."
Nathan, sensing the tension, spoke up. "Rebecca, let's go. Sam's right. It's late."
After a few moments of quiet, Nathan and Rebecca left the hospital, the door closing softly behind them.
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**Scene 2: Rebecca and Nathan's Drive**
In the car, the silence between Nathan and Rebecca was comfortable but heavy. After a few minutes of driving, Nathan pulled over in front of a small café.
Rebecca glanced over at him, confusion in her eyes. "Why are we stopping here?"
Nathan turned to her, his face serious. "We need to eat. We haven't eaten since this morning, and we can grab something for Misha and Sam too."
Rebecca nodded, a faint smile crossing her lips. "Yeah, we've all forgotten about that, haven't we?"
They walked into the café together, the comforting scent of fresh bread and coffee filling the air. They quickly grabbed sandwiches for themselves and takeout for Sam and Misha, and after a brief stop, they delivered the food to the hospital before heading home.
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**Scene 3: Misha's Call with Her Mother**
Back at the hospital, the silence of the corridor was broken by the sound of Misha's phone ringing. She jumped, startled, before quickly checking the caller ID. It was her mother.
She hesitated before answering, her voice soft but with a slight edge of annoyance. "Oh, so you finally decided to answer, huh?" Her mother's voice echoed through the phone, both scolding and worried.
Misha winced, glancing at Sam, who was sitting beside her, watching her with a concerned expression. She quickly checked her missed calls—her mother and her sister had both tried to reach her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before responding.
"Sorry, Mom. My friend was in an accident. We're at the hospital."
Her mother's voice wavered in panic. "What? An accident? Are you okay? Tell me which hospital! I'm coming there right now!"
Misha quickly reassured her, her tone calm but firm. "Mom, I'm fine. Nothing happened to me. You don't need to come here."
Her mother, still clearly anxious, asked, "Who's in the hospital then?"
Misha paused, gathering her thoughts. "You remember I told you about my new friend, Julie?"
Her mother hesitated but then nodded. "Yes, I remember."
"Well, she's the one who was injured. The doctor says she's out of danger but unconscious. She might need to stay overnight."
Her mother's voice softened, a mixture of relief and lingering concern. "Okay. Take care, sweetie. And are you sure you don't need me to come there?"
Misha smiled at the care in her mother's voice. "Yes, Mom. I'm sure. Sam's with me."
"Alright, then. Call me if you need anything. Take care, and be safe."
Misha ended the call with a sigh, a weight lifting off her shoulders. She looked over at Sam, who had been quietly observing her the entire time.
"How are you?" they both asked at the same time, and for a brief moment, the tension between them broke. They both chuckled at the coincidence.
"I don't know…" Misha started, but Sam cut her off.
"I don't know either," he said, his voice dry with humor.
Misha threw her hands up in the air. "What the hell? Stop doing that! I can't take it anymore!"
Sam rolled his eyes at her, but there was a slight grin on his lips.
"I'll say the same thing," he muttered.
Misha laughed, but then her expression softened, her voice quieter now. "I'm relieved that Julie is going to be okay, but I won't be okay until I hear her tell me that herself. I need to hear her voice, Sam."
Sam nodded, understanding exactly how she felt. "Yeah, I get that. Same here. But she'll be fine. We have to trust the doctors."
Misha sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I keep thinking if I'd just stayed a little longer with her… maybe she wouldn't have ended up like this."
Sam's voice was low but firm. "It's not your fault, Misha. Don't blame yourself."
As they sat in silence, neither of them noticed a figure standing at the far end of the hall, hidden in the shadows, listening to every word.
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**Scene 4: Kellie's Departure and Lucas's Investigation**
Kellie exhaled in relief after hearing that Julie was not in immediate danger. Her heart had been racing, but now she felt a strange sense of peace. She turned to leave, but as she walked briskly down the hallway, she didn't realize that one of the guards assigned by Lucas had seen her.
Back in the police station, Lucas sat in a dark room, his hands resting on the table as he looked down at the manager of the cliff-climbing company. The man sat across from him, visibly uncomfortable. Lucas leaned forward, his eyes narrowing, and spoke with quiet intensity.
"Tell me. Who caused the accident?"
The manager hesitated, his eyes darting nervously, but Lucas could see the truth in his gaze. The man was telling the truth. "I don't know. We checked everything before the group went climbing. Nothing was wrong. I swear."
Lucas's jaw tightened. He didn't believe this man entirely, but for now, he couldn't prove anything. His instincts told him something was off, but the evidence wasn't there. He stood up abruptly, staring into the manager's eyes, and before he could act on his frustration, a voice rang in his head.
*The girl is awake, young master.*
Lucas froze. His gaze flicked toward the door. The manager and his colleague didn't know it, but Lucas had already made up his mind. He compelled both men to forget everything about their meeting. Then, without another word, he left.
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**Scene 5: Julie's Awakening**
Julie's world was a blur. She felt herself falling, her heart pounding in her chest as panic gripped her. The ground seemed to rush toward her, but before she could even comprehend what was happening, something warm and strong caught her.
Her mind struggled to make sense of the sensation. A pair of deep blue eyes locked onto hers, and she felt herself relax in their gaze.
Then, everything went dark.