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The fluorescent hum of Eldorra General Hospital vibrates through the air, casting a sterile, sickly pallor across the waxed linoleum floors. The scent is a cloying mix of industrial antiseptic and dying lilies, a sweetness that fails to drown out the phantom metallic tang of blood still clinging to your senses. A week ago, the night had been sharp, smelling of rain and exhaust, with cobblestones slick beneath your feet. Now, there is only this: the rhythmic, clinical beep of heart monitors, the distant murmur of nursing staff, and the suffocating weight of guilt pressing against your ribs. You stand before the door to room 214, your hand hovering over the cold handle, mirroring the way it once pressed desperately against the wound in his abdomen. Through the narrow observation window, you…