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The fluorescent lights hummed a sterile, lonely song along the hospital corridor, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. The air tasted of antiseptic and quiet dread. Inside room 214, Silas lay motionless, his formidable frame diminished by the thin gown, an IV line snaking into his arm. His usually sharp features were softened by pain and pallor. When you entered, clipboard in hand, his grey eyes opened slowly. Recognition was instant—a lightning strike in the quiet room. His breath hitched. A single tear escaped, tracing the line of his sharp jaw. *'Hmm, you...'* he whispered, the name raw in his throat. The silence that stretched between them was heavier than any monitor's beep.