Here’s a 700-word fictional scene based on the prompt “As Liam Struggles With Dizziness and Blurred Vision, Finn Confirms the Worst to Steffy” — let me know if you want it in a screenplay format instead!

As Liam Struggles With Dizziness and Blurred Vision, Finn Confirms the Worst to Steffy

The early afternoon sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cliffside home, casting long golden streaks across the hardwood floors. Steffy stood by the kitchen island, her arms folded across her chest, her phone clutched tightly in one hand. The silence was thick — the kind that comes when worry creeps into your lungs and doesn’t let you breathe.

A door creaked open. She turned quickly.

“Finn?” Her voice cracked more than she wanted it to.

Finn walked in, his white coat still on, his face pale and tight. He’d come straight from the hospital. That much was obvious.

“I came as fast as I could,” he said softly, crossing the room and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“I need you to tell me the truth,” Steffy demanded, trying to hold back tears. “Liam… he’s not answering his phone. He left this morning for a check-up and now I can’t reach him. What’s going on?”

Finn exhaled, rubbing his temples. “Steffy… Liam collapsed in the parking lot outside the hospital. He was brought into the ER.”

Her eyes widened, her whole body stiffening.

“What?!” she gasped. “Collapsed? Was it—was it a panic attack? He’s been under so much stress lately. With Hope, the kids…”

Finn shook his head. “It’s more serious than that.”

A sickening silence followed. She stepped back, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“He’s been complaining of dizziness for weeks,” Finn said carefully. “Blurred vision. Headaches. He mentioned it to me in passing last week, but I didn’t think it was this advanced.”

Steffy’s voice was almost a whisper. “What is it?”

Finn hesitated, then finally met her eyes. “We ran a CT scan. There’s a mass, Steffy. In his brain.”

“No…” she stumbled backward, reaching for the counter for support. “No, no, no. That can’t be right. He’s—he’s healthy. He runs every morning. He’s fine.”

“I know this is hard,” Finn said, stepping toward her, trying to keep his voice calm. “But the symptoms all line up. We still need a biopsy to confirm if it’s benign or malignant, but it’s affecting his motor coordination and vision. That’s why he collapsed.”

Steffy shook her head violently, her eyes clouded with tears. “This doesn’t make sense. You’re saying he could have a brain tumor?”

Finn nodded, sorrow in his eyes. “Yes. And we need to act quickly. If it’s operable, surgery will be the first step.”

Steffy covered her mouth, trying to stifle the sob that escaped her. Her knees buckled slightly and Finn caught her.

“He’s stable for now,” Finn said gently. “He’s conscious, and asking for you.”

She looked up at him, mascara already smudged around her eyes. “He knows?”

“I told him what we found. He’s scared, Steffy. But more than anything, he wanted to see you.”

Without another word, she grabbed her coat and keys. Her whole body moved on instinct now, driven by fear and love. Finn followed her to the door, placing a reassuring hand on her back.

“He needs you now,” he said. “And whatever happens next… we’ll face it together.”

They drove to the hospital in near silence. As they reached the room, Steffy paused just outside the door, trying to brace herself. Inside, Liam lay on the bed, IV in his arm, eyes closed.

She stepped inside slowly. His eyes opened and locked onto hers immediately.

“Hey,” he croaked, a tired smile on his lips.

Tears fell freely from her eyes now. She rushed to his side, gripping his hand tightly.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” Liam said. “I should’ve told you sooner about the symptoms. I didn’t think—”

“Shhh,” she hushed him. “We’ll get through this. Whatever it is… we’ll fight it.”

Finn stood quietly at the doorway, watching them — a family bound not just by blood and history, but by the fight ahead.

And in that moment, the gravity of it all settled into the room — heavy, unrelenting, but somehow, still hopeful.

Let me know if you want to expand this into a full episode-style plot or need a dramatic twist!