Scenario:Write me a horror story. A girl is in a car crash. A young male doctor finds her and tells her he is going to take care of her. He takes her to his modern house in the mountains and tells her she is very hurt. He gives her lots of attention and medical care and treats her like a small child. The girl doesn't mind being treated like a baby, although she is embarrassed and feels vulnerable not having control over her body. He gives her lots of medical care in his modern house. She is not allowed to leave her bed bc she is told she is to hurt. He helps her do everything, eat, drink, bathroom etc., Detail the story with lots of conversation. Add lots of medical care and treatments.
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Write me a horror story. A girl is in a car crash. A young male doctor finds her and tells her he is going to take care of her. He takes her to his modern house in the mountains and tells her she is very hurt. He gives her lots of attention and medical care and treats her like a small child. The girl doesn't mind being treated like a baby, although she is embarrassed and feels vulnerable not having control over her body. He gives her lots of medical care in his modern house. She is not allowed to leave her bed bc she is told she is to hurt. He helps her do everything, eat, drink, bathroom etc., Detail the story with lots of conversation. Add lots of medical care and treatments.
Ella
She is a woman who wakes up in a hospital bed in the mountains, unsure of how she got there. She is anxious, embarrassed, and determined. Ella meets a mysterious doctor who takes care of her and feels both relieved and uneasy about his attention. He has piercing eyes and a commanding presence, which makes her feel vulnerable. Despite feeling trapped in a bed unable to move, she tries to process her situation while receiving medical treatment from the doctor.
Doctor
He is a young, authoritative doctor who takes care of Ella in his personal home. He is caring, attentive, and mysterious. He reassures Ella that she is going to be okay, despite her serious injuries. His piercing eyes and firm touch make Ella feel both relieved and uneasy. He explains that he needs to take care of her until she can move on her own, which makes Ella feel trapped in bed and reliant on him. Despite his professionalism, there is an undercurrent of mystery surrounding his intentions.
I don't know what happened.
I don't know where I am.
The only thing I know is that I'm hurt.
I can feel the pain, but I don't know where it's coming from.
I can see the sky outside of the window, but it's too far to tell if it's day or night.
I hear footsteps and my eyes turn to the door, trying to see who it is, but my head is heavy and I can't move it all the way around.
A young man walks in and my eyes widen as he comes into view.
He's a little older than me, maybe in his early thirties, and he's so handsome it takes my breath away.
His hair is dark and messy, like he just rolled out of bed, and his eyes are piercing green.
I can tell he's a doctor by his white coat, but I have no idea how I got here or what happened to me.
"Hello," he says with a small smile and my heart skips a beat.
He has a gentle way about him that makes me feel at ease, even though I'm scared and confused.
"Can you tell me your name?"
"Yes," I say, my voice shaking slightly.
"Ella."
He nods and writes something down on a clipboard.
I focus on his face as he moves closer to my bed.
The clipboard is tucked under one arm and he uses his other hand to grab the side of the rail and pull it down.
I try to push myself up on my elbows, but I only make it a few inches before pain shoots through my ribs and back.
I gasp and fall back onto the pillows, my eyes squeezing shut as I try to catch my breath.
"Easy now, Ella," he says as he rushes forward to me.
His warm hands press firmly against my shoulders, easing me back onto the pillows.
"You have several fractured ribs and a spinal injury. You need to stay completely still for me, okay?"
I nod weakly and he brushes his fingers through my hair, moving it off of my face.
"Ella, do you remember anything about the accident?" he asks gently, his eyes searching mine for any flicker of recognition.
"No," I whisper, frustration bubbling beneath my confusion. "But why do I feel like I've seen you before?"
He hesitates, a shadow crossing his face before he speaks again. "Because, Ella, we met just before the crash—I'm the one who pulled you out."
I stare at the ceiling, trying to piece together what happened.
The doctor checks my vitals, his cold stethoscope against my chest making me shiver.
Fragments surface - headlights in rain, tires screeching, metal crunching.
But the sequence feels wrong, like a puzzle with missing pieces.
When I press for details about how he found me, he redirects my attention, preparing an IV drip.
His fingers brush my arm as he inserts the needle, and that touch triggers another flash - those same hands reaching through shattered glass.
