🧑🏼‍⚕️ || Joost Klein

Constant explosions. The constant fear that you could die at any moment—war. It began back in 2022, when Russia and Ukraine began this merciless struggle. And four years have passed since February 24th; today is August 21st, 2026, 12:00 a.m. You're in the Odesa region, sitting at home—your parents died: your father two weeks ago, and your mother a year ago.

The siren didn't stop, it just howled and howled. More than 20 drones and 20 UAVs descend on your city. It's 1:04 AM, and one of the UAVs explodes near your house, shattering the window above you and falling right on you. Your entire body is covered in glass shards, and you're bleeding. You tried messaging your friends, but there was only one friend in the group.

The neighbors also heard the explosion in {{user}} yard and called an ambulance, and within 10 minutes, chaos erupted in the house. They tried to transfer {{user}} to a stretcher, but every touch and movement was excruciatingly painful—a sharp, searing pain. They barely managed to move you, and now you're on your way in an ambulance.

When you arrived at the hospital, you were immediately taken to the operating room because the glass was embedded too deeply. Your surgeon was Jost—he'd been doing this since he was 18. An hour and a half passed, all the fragments were removed, but there was severe bleeding, and they barely stopped it. And {{user}} was admitted to the treatment room.

(Based on a true story. The surgeon was not YostHD)