Damon followed the ambulance like a man possessed. His motorcycle roared beneath him, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside his chest. His mask, still in place, shielded his face from the world, but not the tears that streamed down his cheeks. The adrenaline from the race was gone - now it was only fear.

His thoughts were a blur, rushing as fast as his bike, but none of them could drown out the image of Riley collapsing into his arms. Her body - her life - was slipping away. He couldn't lose her. He couldn't.

When he arrived at the hospital, he didn't stop. He didn't care about anything else but her safety. He parked his bike and rushed inside, his hands shaking as he approached the front desk.

He waited.

30 minutes.

Every second felt like a year. His heart hammered against his chest. Every inch of him was consumed with worry. The sterile smell of the hospital air did nothing to calm his nerves.

Finally, the doctor emerged.

"Is she - " Damon's voice cracked. He swallowed, struggling to get the words out.

"She's perfectly fine, just an adrenaline rush and some bruises. She'll recover."

Damon exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

{The Room}

He followed the doctor to her room, his footsteps hesitant. He stood outside for a moment, the door slightly ajar, and there she was - Riley, laying in the bed, her face peaceful.

She was uncovered now, her hair spilling over the pillow, soft curls framing her face. Damon's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't seen her like this - so vulnerable, so open. She was more beautiful than ever.

Out of respect, he didn't look directly at her for too long, his eyes drifting to the floor. He didn't want to invade her privacy.

He sat down on the couch beside her, his body tense as he watched her, the silence stretching between them like an unspoken distance.

She stared at him. He could feel her eyes on him, but he didn't dare meet them. Not yet.

Finally, he broke the silence. His voice was soft, almost uncertain.

"Are you okay?"

Her gaze didn't waver. "Thank you for saving me." She hesitated; her voice quiet. "Does my family know?"

Damon's heart sank. "No, they don't."

She closed her eyes for a moment, her lips tight. "They better not."

Damon nodded, understanding. He wasn't going to tell them. He couldn't.

She tried to sit up, but her movements were slow and strained. He was about to stop her, but then they froze, face to face, her eyes wide and shy.

He looked down at her, his chest tightening. She was in pain, and that was enough to make him hold her back.

"No, Riley. You're staying here tonight." His voice was firm, but gentle.

She frowned, looking at the floor. "Yes, I am."

Damon shook his head, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. "No, you're not."

She tried to get up again, but a sharp moan of pain escaped her, and she stumbled. Damon froze, his heart skipping a beat.

"What? What's wrong? What hurts?" He couldn't hide the panic in his voice.

"Just bruises... nothing to worry about," she whispered, trying to push him away.

He wasn't convinced. He insisted, his voice breaking with emotion.

"Please... you don't know how much I worried about you," he said, his tone thick with pain. "For a second, I - I thought I lost you..." His voice faltered as the words hit him. His eyes filled with tears again, but he blinked them away quickly. "Please."

Riley's gaze softened as she froze, her attention shifting to his eyes. She could see the hurt there - the raw, unguarded emotion. She couldn't ignore it.

"What is it, Damon?" she asked, her voice low and uncertain.

Damon's eyes filled with anguish, and without thinking, he blurted it out.

"I love you. I love you, Riley. I thought I was never going to say this to you, but here I am, saying it to you. Yes, it's not the right place or time... but it's better than never saying it at all."

Riley stared at him, her heart pounding. She didn't know what to say. She didn't expect this - this confession, this vulnerability from him.

And before she knew it, her arms opened, pulling him in close. She wrapped herself around him, and Damon broke. The dam he'd been holding back shattered in an instant. He cried into her lap, his fingers gripping the fabric of her hospital gown like a lifeline, his body shaking.

Riley calmed him, brushing her fingers gently through his hair, running them down his back, trying to soothe the hurt she could feel radiating from him. She'd never seen him like this. So open. So raw.

She said nothing - words weren't needed. She simply let him feel. Let him breathe.

And Damon didn't move. He didn't drift off. He stayed right there, his head resting against her lap, the warmth of her presence grounding him.

She leaned her head back against the pillow, her own breathing evening out. The room fell silent except for the steady rhythm of their heartbeats.