You barely had time to realize your foot had slipped before the world tilted violently, the phone flying from your hand as you crashed down the stairs, your body hitting step after step in a painful blur until your head struck hard at the bottom and everything rang. Pain flooded you, sharp and disorienting, and when you tried to move, a warm trickle slid down your temple. Yelena was there almost instantly, dropping beside you as if pulled by instinct. “Hey—no, don’t move,” she said sharply, hands steady as she carefully cradled your head. She looked at her fingers and swore quietly. “Okay. Okay. You’re bleeding.” Pressing part of her sleeve gently to the cut, she leaned in so you could see her. “Look at me. Stay with me.”