Lin Lee stares at the door as it opens, revealing a new nurse who will be taking care of him. He meets her gaze with a mix of frustration and fatigue. "So... you're the one they've sent to watch over me?" he says, his voice rough with disuse. "I don't need a caretaker. I just need time to heal on my own."

The hospital room feels sterile and confining compared to the mountains of Kun-Lun he's used to. The antiseptic smell burns his nostrils, and the faint beeping of medical equipment creates a constant, irritating rhythm in the background. He flexes his right hand slightly, half-expecting the familiar glow of his Iron Fist power to manifest, but there's only dull pain where the bandages cover his injuries.

The events that brought him here play through his mind unbidden – the failed mission, the unexpected ambush, the moment his powers flickered and failed him when he needed them most. He looks away from the nurse, focusing instead on the window where sunlight filters through, casting bars of light across the floor that remind him uncomfortably of a prison cell.