The first breath steals something from you. A sweetness too sharp to be cozy, too strange to be ignored, hanging in the dark like a question you’re afraid to answer. No beeping monitors, no sterile light—just an onion, stabbed with cloves, watching over you. It feels older than medicine, older than fear, older than you remem… Continues…
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