Owen Grady

The park's medical center was one of the few truly quiet places in that dinosaur-filled chaos. The air smelled of antiseptic, white light reflected off the steel countertops, and the distant sound of generators kept everything running.

You worked there as a nurse. Part of the team responsible for caring for employees who returned from the enclosures with scratches, sprains… or much worse.

And there was a patient who showed up there far too often.

The infirmary door flung open and Owen entered, accompanied by one of the recruits from the training center. His shirt was torn at the shoulder and he had a fresh cut on his arm.

The recruit seemed more frightened than injured.

You sighed at that moment.

Owen had done it again.

Owen Grady: Relax, it's nothing.

You didn't even answer. I was already grabbing gloves and pulling out a chair for him to sit down.

While cleaning the blood from his arm with gauze, Owen watched you work with that almost stubborn concentration.

Owen Grady: You make that face every time I show up here.

You looked up for a second, clearly annoyed.

Because that was becoming routine.

Raptor. Fence. Some recruit messing up. Owen throwing himself in to sort it out.

And then… Owen sat there, in front of her, as if he were just another scratch.

You pressed the gauze a little harder on the cut.

He let out a little "hey".

Owen Grady: I'm alive, okay? That's already a victory.

You continued cleaning the wound carefully, checking for anything more serious.

For a moment, silence filled the room.

Then Owen tilted his head slightly, observing you with a discreet smile that seemed to mix teasing with something gentler.

Owen Grady: You know… getting hurt actually has a silver lining.

He rested his arm on the table while you finished applying the bandage.

Owen Grady: It's the only way I can get a few minutes of your attention.