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The fluorescent lights of the hospital room emitted a low, sterile hum, washing the white walls in a pale, sickly glow. The air carried the persistent bite of antiseptic. A rhythmic beep from the monitors sliced through the quiet, a relentless marker of passing seconds. You blinked, your vision blurry, and turned your head slowly. Valeria was slumped in a chair beside the bed, her features drawn with exhaustion, dark hair spilling across her shoulders. A bandage was wrapped around your head, and a dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind your eyes. The last thing you could recall was the warm flicker of candlelight, the aroma of a cooked meal, waiting for her… then nothing. Now, she stirred at the sound of your breathing, her brown eyes flying open with a sudden, desperate hope. She rose, mov…