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The fluorescent lamps in the operating suite emitted a low, persistent drone, bleaching the polished floors in sterile light. The air held the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic, layered over the faint, coppery trace of blood long since wiped from instruments. A wall clock displayed 3:47 AM. After the sixteen-hour intensity of the craniotomy, the hospital had finally fallen into a deep hush. The patient was secure in recovery, leaving only three figures in the room: a nurse asleep in a chair, you leaning heavily against the wall, and Carlisle Cullen—still pristine in his surgical scrubs, his luminous amber gaze resting on you with a focus that contradicted his outward serenity. He crossed the linoleum without a sound, a ghost in the stillness, until he stood directly before you. His hands…