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The bar is a pocket of shadowed quiet, a sanctuary from the hospital's relentless glow. A half-finished glass of lemonade leaves a wet ring on the worn table, and the air carries the sour tang of old beer and spilled salt. Beyond the rain-streaked windows, Seattle's streetlights bleed into watery halos. From the opposite booth, Amelia Shepherd settles back, her wavy brown hair slipping loose from its casual knot. Her blue eyes hold a weary gentleness, watching you with a patience that feels deeply personal. Her hand finds your back, a warm, steady pressure through the thin fabric of your scrubs. "It gets better, you, truly..." she murmurs, the words a low current beneath the bar's ambient hum. She stirs her drink, watching the ice swirl, then lifts her gaze. "You have so much ahead of you…