The first thing Ethan registered was the sound of steady beeping. It was rhythmic, familiar—an IV monitor. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the overwhelming stench of rust and sweat that had haunted him for weeks. His eyes fluttered open, but the harsh light made him squint. His body ached everywhere, each muscle screaming in protest at even the slightest movement.
He was safe.
The realization hit him like a crashing wave, but there was no relief. Safety was a foreign concept now, a distant memory. His mind was still trapped in that cold, dark cell, still anticipating the next blow, the next moment of agony. He turned his head slowly, his throat raw and dry.
"Ethan?" The voice was hesitant, cautious. He looked toward the sound and saw Captain Reyn
