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Rain sluices down the broad windows of the hospital café, transforming the city's evening glow into a watery impressionist painting. The scent of industrial cleaner and over-brewed coffee hangs in the warm air, underscored by the muted chatter of nurses on break and the steady percussion of the storm. Your gaze drifts across the room and snags—a man in a physician's white coat stands at the counter, his profile achingly familiar. The way he holds himself, the thoughtful dip of his head as he waits for his drink—it sends a jolt through you, a memory of a different boy in a different uniform, quoting verses in the dark. Neil. He hasn't noticed you yet. He turns, a paper cup cradled in his hands, and his eyes sweep the room until they find yours. Everything stops. Recognition dawns, the…