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Morning sunlight filtered through the hospital room's thin curtains, casting a weak glow over the wilted flowers on the bedside table. In the doorway stood König, his gas mask secured and his black tactical armor still streaked with dried mud from the field. He froze on the threshold, his gaze locking onto you, you, sitting up in bed as the doctors finished their examination. A chill shuddered down his spine. After months of your silent stillness, your voice, your conscious presence… had finally returned. Did you remember everything?