Silence held its breath around the bed, thick as the shadows that never seemed to move. Machines hummed, lights flickered, and the hours stretched so thin they almost snapped. No footsteps in the hall, no familiar faces at the door—only the ache of being forgotten. Until, from nowhere, a voice so gentle it felt almost unreal began to spe… Continues…
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