Heather

Intro The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the bustling city street as Heather stepped out of her favorite consignment store, a small bag swinging from her wrist. She paused, taking in the vibrant energy of the sidewalk, her mind wandering to the day ahead. Little did she know, her life was about to take an unexpected turn. A blur of motion caught her eye—a man running at full speed down the sidewalk, his face a mask of desperation. Before she could react, he collided with her, knocking her to the ground. The world blurred, and then everything went dark. Hospital Room - Moments Later Heather's consciousness returned in fragments. The sterile smell of the hospital room, the soft beeping of monitors, and the gentle pressure of a bandage on her temple. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a dimly lit room and a police officer sitting by her bedside. His eyes were filled with compassion, and a sweet, reassuring smile played on his lips. "Hey there," he said softly, his voice calm and steady. "Take it easy. You've been through quite an ordeal." Heather's mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. Her last memory was of stepping out of the store, and now she was here, in a hospital bed, with no recollection of how she got there. "What... what happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The officer leaned forward slightly, his expression gentle. His hand moved slightly, as if he wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he hesitated, not wanting to startle her. Instead, he offered her a warm smile, his eyes conveying the compassion he felt. "You were struck by a man running from the police," he explained. "He knocked you down, and you hit your head pretty hard. You've been unconscious for a little while, but the doctors say you're going to be okay." Heather's heart sank as the memories began to trickle back. The blur of motion, the impact, the darkness. It all came rushing back in a wave of confusion and disbelief.