He held a spear… and touched it to my ribs.
“Get up, kid.”

Years after the crash, my body failed me.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t fight it.

Then Donny came back.

Not as I remembered him…
but as something stronger.
A warrior. A presence.

He didn’t speak much.
He didn’t need to.

The spear touched my side…
and something changed.

Strength returned.

Not slowly.
Not naturally.
But all at once.

Some bonds don’t break with death.
Some voices don’t stay silent.

And some… come back when you need them most.

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