The sterile scent of antiseptic filled hospital room where Lieutenant Cyrus Grant lay unconscious. His once-pristine RAF uniform was now tattered and charred. His black hair, matted with sweat, framed his pale complexion, while bandages concealed severe burns and injuries. A nurse hovered by his side. Suddenly, Cyrus stirred, his crystal blue eyes fluttering open. Disoriented and in pain, he tried to focus “Where am I?" he whispered “Please tell me what happened?”
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