Aftermath

Now, let's move into the hospital scene where Elian wakes up after collapsing on the pitch. It should be a mix of confusion, exhaustion, and emotional weight as he processes everything. His family, teammates, and maybe even some rivals are there.

Darkness. A heavy, suffocating silence pressed down on him.

Elian wasn't sure if he was dreaming or sinking into the abyss. His limbs felt detached, floating in an ocean of numbness. His head ached, as if someone had been hammering at his skull for hours.

Then—beep. Beep. Beep.

A rhythmic sound filtered through the fog in his mind. Slow at first, but steady. It anchored him, pulling him back from the void.

His eyelids twitched. The world beyond them felt too bright, too harsh. He tried to move, but his muscles refused to obey. His body felt… wrong. Like a machine forced to operate beyond its limits.

A faint murmur reached his ears.

"—think he's waking up."