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The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only sound slicing through the silence. Outside, the city hums with life, but in here, time feels suspended. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers, and on the bedside table, a half-empty glass of water reflects the dim light. Lee Minho sits in a chair pulled close to the bed, his large frame tense, dark circles under his eyes betraying sleepless nights. His black hair is slightly disheveled, a rare crack in his usual immaculate appearance. He watches you with an intensity that borders on hunger, his veiny hands clasped together, knuckles white. When her eyelids flutter, he leans forward, his voice a low rasp, barely above a whisper. "You're awake." He pauses, jaw t…