A/N: This Fic contains fictional characters and situations that are not owned by me. I want to make it clear that I do not have legal rights to these characters nor do I claim any authority or control over them. The characters used in this story are solely for creative purposes and not intended to infringe upon any copyright. Any resemblance to real people or existing characters is purely coincidental.

A/N 2: I want to inform you that English is not my first language, and this text may contain errors. Although I have made my best to provide an accurate translation, there may be inaccuracies or incorrect interpretations.
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Ch1

It was a beautiful morning in Colorado Springs, and Sam was heading to her shift at Cheyenne Mountain. She rode her Indian with the cool breeze on her face, enjoying the scenery. But in an instant, everything changed.

A drunk driver was speeding in the opposite lane, and Sam tried to avoid it but was unsuccessful. The vehicle crashed into her bike, sending Sam flying through the air. The next thing she remembered was the sensation of falling and the deafening sound of her body hitting the ground.

The ambulance quickly arrived at the scene of the accident and found Sam lying in a pool of blood. They rushed her to the nearest hospital and immediately took her to the operating room. The doctors fought to keep her alive as they operated on her severe injuries. But several times, Sam died on the operating table and had to be successfully resuscitated.
Finally, after many hours of surgery, the doctors informed Jack about Sam's condition. They explained that the only solution to save her life was to amputate both of her legs due to the severity of the injuries. Jack was devastated by the news, but he knew there was no other option.

After hours of surgery, Sam finally came out of the operating room and was taken to the intensive care unit. The doctors informed Jack that the next few days would be crucial for Sam's recovery.

The sight that Jack saw when he entered the ICU left him speechless. Sam was lying in the hospital bed, connected to all kinds of tubes and wires that were helping her stay alive. Her skin was pale, and her features were tense, as if she were fighting to survive. Jack approached Sam's bed and took her hand, feeling the cold temperature of her skin. A sense of helplessness and sadness washed over him. The following days were challenging, but Sam managed to slowly recover. However, the amputation of both legs had changed her life forever.

Weeks passed, and Sam was transferred to the hospital ward. However, she refused to accept her new condition, and each day of physical therapy was torture for her. She not only suffered physical pain but also intense psychological pain. The worst of all was the phantom limb pain, which made her feel as if her legs were still there.

One day, during a physical therapy session, Sam started to cry. She was doing an exercise that involved moving her body up and down, and she felt overwhelmed by the sensation that her body no longer responded as before. She felt trapped in a body that wasn't hers, and the physical and emotional pain became unbearable.

When Jack entered the room, he found Sam lying on the bed, her body trembling with anguish. Her eyes, red and glassy, reflected the abyss of her inner torment. The room was filled with oppressive sadness, as if the very air was laden with despair, threatening to crush her.

Sam's sobs resonated in the room, heartbreaking and desperate, breaking the silence of the night like an anguished lament. Her body twisted in a macabre dance of despair, while words of hope faded into nothingness. Helplessness consumed her, leaving her trapped in a dark abyss with no way out.

Jack approached her, his eyes filled with tears and his heart shattered. Each step was a superhuman effort as he struggled to stand before the heartbreaking spectacle of Sam's desolation. He knelt beside the bed, his trembling hands desperately seeking any glimpse of comfort he could provide amidst the chaos.

"Sam," Jack whispered, his voice broken by the weight of sadness. "I can't bear to see you like this. It breaks my soul to see you suffer like this and not be able to do anything to alleviate it."

Sam looked up, her swollen and reddened eyes meeting Jack's, reflecting the emotional storm that mercilessly consumed her. Her words were a broken whisper through the pain. "How can I move forward?" she murmured. "Every time I close my eyes, I relive the images of the accident. I feel the impact, the pain. It's as if I'm trapped in an endless cycle of suffering."

Pain and despair intertwined within Sam, forming a perfect storm that threatened to destroy her completely. Jack desperately held Sam's hands, feeling his own tears streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. "Don't give up, Sam!" he shouted, his voice resonating with a mixture of love and desperation. "You are stronger than you think. Don't let this consume you. Together, we will find a way to face it. I'm here for you, never forget that."

Sam's heart-wrenching cries filled the room as she collapsed into Jack's arms, consumed by her own misery. The embrace was a desperate attempt to find solace in the midst of the looming darkness.