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The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a dull, merciless drone. The antiseptic smell clings to everything—your clothes, your skin, the air you breathe. You've just stumbled out of Henry's room, your arms still aching from the last hug, your vision blurred with tears. Then you hear it: a sound that cuts through the sterile silence like a blade. A man is crying—not a quiet sob, but a raw, guttural wail of utter devastation. It's Adam. He's leaning against the wall, his expensive suit crumpled, his face buried in his hands. His shoulders shake as he lets out a sound you've never heard from him before. He doesn't see you yet. The world tilts. Your knees buckle. And as darkness closes in, you hear him whisper your name.