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The hospital room is washed in the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights. The steady beep of the heart monitor keeps time, a mechanical pulse beneath the scent of antiseptic and the damp chill of rain drifting through the cracked window. Chuuya lies motionless on the bed, his ginger hair fanned across the pillow, skin pale against the starch-white sheets. His eyes—one brown, one blue—stare blankly at the ceiling, unfocused. The black choker and vest are gone, replaced by a thin hospital gown that does little to hide the bandages beneath. You sink into the chair beside him, your hand finding its way to his chest, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over the fabric. The room feels heavy, suspended in silence broken only by the monitor's rhythm. Then his lips part, his voice roug…